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As we move from 2021 into the new year, I’m doing it with the zest of a brown bear hot on the trail of a sumptuous salmon. There were moments to savor and many lessons to be learned over the past year. There were also many disappointments, most of which surrounding the “human condition” and an absence of what we call “humanity.” So, leap into 2022 with hope, love, encouragement, and ambition. Let logic, reasoning, and science guide you in your decisions. Remember that hate, ignorance, and ambivalence won’t establish successful long-term goals. Bring it on 2022!
Charlotte informed me earlier this evening that Flicker was changing its policies on non pro folks from 1 terabyte to 1000 pics. I was actually surprised that I'm over that number. I read their reasoning and I sort of agree, the only problem is, I have sent two kids through college, my autos are a 2001 Focus, a 1992 pickup, and a 2006 Tahoe. I'm Rich in name only and I have an expensive hobby. It looks like I'm going to be one of the millions to fall by the wayside after Jan first.
Take a long look at this one if you please, not a landscape one can find in a lot of places and it's representative of my current mood.
signed,
don't need mo monthly spences.
Deeds are done which appear so evil to us and people suffer such terrible evils that it does not seem as though any good will ever come of them; and we consider this, sorrowing and grieving over it so that we cannot find peace in the blessed contemplation of God as we should do, and this is why: our reasoning powers are so blind now, so humble and so simple, that we cannot know the high, marvelous wisdom, the might and the goodness of the Holy Trinity. And this is what he means where he says, “You shall see for yourself that all manner of things shall be well”, as if he said, “Pay attention to this now, faithfully and confidently, and at the end of time you will truly see it in the fullness of joy.”
-Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love
The daily Buffalo & Pittsburgh BTRI (Bulter, PA - Punxsutawney, PA) road freight roars north at trackspeed with 4 SD40-2's powering the train towards Punxsutawney, PA.
At Stanbaugh, the train crests a 1% grade, exiting the 714 foot bore and passing underneath a neat wooden bridge for some added interest.
Not much coverage of this outfit out on the web on between butler and Punxsy, but for good reasoning.
Such as you really have to get creative in choosing your spots being they run opposite to the sun 90% of the time. They move fast and don't talk on the radio much, with much of the railroad staying close to country back roads.
The best shots are probably to be had between Mossgrove and Punxsutawney, IMO. But there are few diamonds in the rough between Butler and Mossgrove.
As soon as we abandon our own reason, and are content to rely upon authority, there is no end to our troubles.
Bertrand Russell, An Outline of Intellectual Rubbish
A display of reason rather than a threat of force should be the determining factor in the intercourse among nations.
Calvin Coolidge, inaugural address, March 4, 1925
Reason is always weak where prejudice is strong.
Norman Macdonald, Maxims and Moral Reflections
Never, never do violence to your rational nature. He who in any case admits doctrines which contradict reason, has broken down the great barrier between truth and falsehood, and lays open his mind to every delusion.
William E. Channing, Thoughts
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hoppy easter!! ( • ∀•)っθΘʘ ( had to do it to 'em )
if you couldn't tell, I've been into creating a lot of soft, fluffy things as of late, and the reasoning behind it is because they cure me, simply put :P so when easter started rounding the corner my bunny tail came to life at the thought of having an excuse to create another, soft, fluffy thing ( because as I should, right? )
zeka is unisex and fit for tots all the way up to the age of the unknown! included is a HUD with about 35 colours so you can mix n match and suit your needs <3
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BAR GP-7 #73 is sitting outside the old roundhouse at Millinocket awaiting its next call the duty. The #73 was painted up in bicentennial colors and renumbered #1776, the reasoning used in selecting the 73 for this duty was it had gremlins and spent as much time in the shops as it did outside. The BAR being frugal as they were thought if we are going to be displaying a units at various locations it might as well be a problem child.
Eventually, the trail ends beside Holly Creek in a boulder garden from where I worked my way upstream above the confluence of Emery Creek which would be cascading into Holly Creek from creek-side right. After passing the confluence, I would need to cross Holly Creek and then cross Emery Creek to continue on the hike. This is where sound reasoning and experience would need to play out. I had purposefully planned to arrive here after a day of no rain and hopefully on a cloudy overcast. The day before, no rain and partly cloudy was the forecast. Before I arrived at the trailhead, I had stopped at a local store on the highway, where an associate there told me it had stormed the night before with heavy rain. That was important for me to know, because Holly Creek is a fast-flowing forceful creek and it ranges from knee-deep to waist-deep and more with slick rocks in the creek bed. I knew I would need to cross if I was going to continue the hike, but it had to right according to my perception and experience. Many people have fallen on this initial crossing which is considered to be the most challenging aspect of the hike. When accidents have occurred on the hike, the first crossing is where they usually occur. Considering the preservation of my camera gear in my backpack, I would need to be making the right decision. The water was fast, but I was able to find a place to cross which thankfully I was able to do without issue.
The astute philosopher seeks the optimum environment to contemplate the epistemological, metaphysical, and axiological concepts that form the foundational pillars of philosophical investigation.
Some masters have retreated to mountain heights. Others to temples of knowledge. Linus prefers a bench in Turtle Crossing Park.
It offers the quiet solitude (Sometimes.) that is conducive to clear, flowing thought. Both inductive and deductive reasoning are vigorously pursued.
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Linus has deduced that his hunger is an epistomological certainty, his empty stomach is a metaphysical reality, and a cheeseburger is of immense axiological value.
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Time to head to Boop's. There, Linus will be able to more fully explore the insurmountable ontology of the cheeseburger, the profound aesthetic of grilled beef and cheese, and the evident causality on the effect of his hunger.
It's all for philosophy.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Peanuts Collection
50 Years Celebration
Linus
1998, Flambro
Flambro is another of our favorite brands for the Peanuts license. We had an account with them when we had our collectibles store and Flambro never failed to delight with their colorful and innovative designs.
This series, celebrating the 50th anniversary of Peanuts (Which occured in 2000), features nine figurines, each of them incredibly cute, such as Linus here.
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/50429117446/
Linus has been seen making Sally Brown's day in BP 2022 Day 93:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/51979042027
And ruining Sally Brown's evening in Halloween 2018:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/44916334414
Linus has been seen in celebrating Christmas 2017:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/25405215048
And Christmas 2022:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/52583890655
And loooots of philosophizing in BP 2019 Day 104:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/47556990622
In BP 2022 Day 86:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/51964794123
In BP 2023 Day 71:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/52742510422
In BP 2024 Day 119:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/53684193732
in BP 2025 Day 117:
there is evidence for it. The wilder and more ridiculous something is, however, the firmer and more solid the evidence will have to be :-)
― Isaac Asimov
HBW!!
camellia, 'Pink Goddess', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend”
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
Had this eerie sense of floating through a cemetery this morning in the final moments before waking. A common theme lately is low altitude levitation (as opposed to full-fledged high level flight that I experienced when I was younger). It's as if my subconscious has become more cautious with age (mirroring a similar change in my conscious mind). The reasoning seems to still allow the fantasy of self flight, but the low altitude minimizes the risk of serious injury if I suddenly plummet into the ground (which never happens yet the risk, or at least fear, remains). In the dream, there's nothing at all unusual about a feat that, in real life, would literally defy the law of gravity. I either lift off the ground, or take a running jump that leads to absurdly long hang time before my feet touch back down. In this morning's iteration, I wound my way through the gravestones, observing them as I went, with little more direction than a leaf blowing in the wind. Yet it all felt perfectly controlled. The crossover between dream and wakeful thought was a place called Skeleton Hill. No such place exists in my real life (though I so wish it did). So my subconscious conjured it up for me. I just love when dreams mesh with conscious thought like this. And that the dream state created a name for this ethereal place. Dreams like Skeleton Hill are not the norm. Just as often I have an anxiety dream (well short of a nightmare but still unpleasant). These have taken many forms over the years. The anxiety morphs into whatever is mostly like to bother me in real life at any particular time. It's never really a big thing such that the anxiety is usually way out of proportion to the event. Doesn't matter, it's all just a dream. A recurrent format is the inability to photograph something that I desperately want or need to. The reasons vary. Maybe I can't locate my camera. Or the batteries are dead. Or I can't work the settings. Whatever. I generally awake still trying to sort out the malfunction with a sense of desperation. The urgency soon dissipates as I realize it was all in my mind. This is simply an updated version of a dream from my school days which involved me wandering the school hallways unable to locate my classroom. At least there's some balance. I can take some anxiety knowing some night soon I'll return to Skeleton Hill.
B650 rushes south out of Bogart, GA with a trio of fall-themed locomotives in charge of the ethanol empties. This train took the long way around to Charlotte, NC due to the destruction along the Clinchfield. While the reasoning is unfortunate, it was nice to see ethanol traffic on this portion of the line again, as it had been several years since these trains had been removed from the Abbeville in preference for the Clinchfield route.
At the time of the synaxis (gathering), when the spirit of despondency attacks you, he suggests to your soul that psalmody is wearisome, and with the greatest zeal he hurls reluctance as an opponent to zeal, so that the soul in a great hurry hands the flesh over to the memory that it is exhausted for some reason or other. When we keep vigil at night, therefore, let us not surrender the synaxis to despondency, lest the demons who stand around collect the weeds of thought and sow them at once in the heart. For when we destroy the collection of hymns, then we gather together the collection of thoughts.
-Despondency The Spiritual Teaching of Evagrius Ponticus on Acedia, Gabriel Bunge translated from the German by Anthony P. Gythiel
Here is Bull Temple. They were curious and cautious about the camera.
"It is easy to conquer anger through love, attachment through reasoning, falsehood through truth, bad thoughts through good and greed through charity." - {Sri Sathya Sai Baba}
Today I was banned from the deleteme group. I'm not sure what evil thing it was that I did but apparently I did something to piss someone off. I have to say I haven't been all that active in the room.
The last activity I had was to write this photo critique for my friend sfbuckaroo on his fine photo below:
www.flickr.com/photos/sfbuckaroo/39028582/
I'm not sure what they found so offensive about my critique but I have consistently left only the most professional and some of the finest critiques in their group. My critique on sfbuckaroos fine photograph was as follows:
"Wonderful blues. Perfect balance. An eerie feel to this photo compounded by the fact that the station is empty. Works exceptionally well. One of the best Muni shots I've ever seen. Hidden perspective that draws you in. Fine work indeed. Someone missed a tag.
saveme7"
That was three weeks ago. Since then I haven't been involved much.
I think it's unfair that I've been banned. Perhaps their reasoning was that already 8 photos of mine had made it through their critique process to their "safe" and they felt threatened by my photographs. Perhaps it was because weeks ago a few of us started our own deleteme uncensored group and they feel threatend by another game:
www.flickr.com/groups/deletemeuncensored/
Although some of us quite a long time ago used to banter about in the threads and were asked to quiet down, I have been nothing but respectful and have had no involvement in their threads at all since being asked not to express myself there any longer.
Because I'm no longer a member there I cannot even inquire as to why I've been banned. I consistently played by the rules, consistently submitted fine photography to their group and consistently wrote quality critiques.
I've read that some of the long time members of deleteme have recently been leaving their group. I can see why. This kind of unreasonable administrative response puts a chill in the air. I am glad that a few of us have deleteme uncensored as an alternative and as a place where one need not worry about retribution for their photography.
Unfair. It's too bad really.
Won't you join us at deleteme uncensored?
I must admit, when I spotted this group, knowing there were supposed to be penguins in the same area, as i had my telephoto trained on the group, saw the black and white frames and size and put two and two together - I was taking some pictures of penguins. That is until this one came flying into the group. I don't know what part of my brain figured this out first, the illogical reasoning part that yelled out "Hey a flying penguin" or the logical part that reasoned, "Mmm Hey wait a second, penguins don't fly".
Sony ILCE-7RM4
FE 100-400mm F4.5-5.6 GM OSS
ƒ/5.6 400.0 mm 1/640 ISO 320
Probably the only person I know who won't be grossed out by a photo of a "non-pet" mouse ---- this one's for you Dawn! And no, that is not snow, but a piece of bread (God only knows where he found it!) that this little intruder was trying desperately to get through this mouse hole far under my sink.
Nobody can understand why I don't set traps or poison because YES, there are mice living in my walls.
Here's my reasoning why I don't:
1.) I really can't purposely kill a wild creature
2.) It's a hopeless cause; even if I did get rid of them, there are many more that would come inside, especially when it's only 12F (-11C) outside, like right now.
3.) They are field mice & although they are a nuisance, I don't think they carry any "city" diseases.
4.) They don't actually come INTO the living areas --- ya right!!
5.) They are cute -- several years ago, I had 8 babies get caught in the bottom of an almost empty dog food bin in the storage area, and if you had ever seen 8 tiny faces looking up at you begging for mercy, even the most squeamish person would not have done anything but what I did --- take them far up the lane, and let them go. (The next morning there were 5 more baby mice, but my son said they just followed me home, because they knew I was a soft touch)
From a distance, I thought this bird was trapped and had drowned when the tide came in. He/she stayed in this head-on-the-water position for at least 15 minutes. As I got closer it became apparent that only the beak was in the water. It never did more than wiggle its beak then entire time I was watching. Seems like an odd way to find prey.
As and aside, I would love to titled this "Pi R Squared" in symbols., i.e. π r 2 except flickr doesn't support superscripts, even when copied from MS Word. If anyone knows how, please let me know!
Thank you, Mary and Patricia for help with π r² !!
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fol·low (fl)
v. fol·lowed, fol·low·ing, fol·lows
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b. To keep under surveillance.
3. a. To move along the course of; take.
b. To go in the direction of; be guided by.
4. To accept the guidance, command, or leadership of: follow a spiritual master.
5. To adhere to; practice.
6. To take as a model or precedent; imitate.
7. a. To act in agreement or compliance with; obey.
b. To keep to or stick to.
8. To engage in (a trade or occupation); work at.
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10. To bring something about at a later time than or as a consequence of.
11. To occur or be evident as a consequence of.
12. a. To watch or observe closely.
b. To be attentive to; pay close heed to.
c. To keep oneself informed of the course, progress, or fortunes of.
13. To grasp the meaning or logic of; understand.
v.intr.
1. To come, move, or take place after another person or thing in order or time.
2. To occur or be evident as a consequence; result: If you ignore your diet, trouble will follow.
3. To grasp the meaning or reasoning of something; understand.
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2. Games A billiards shot in which the cue ball is struck above center so that it follows the path of the object ball after impact.
I've been my debating returning to this Flickr account, because I despise everything about it. I've grown and matured quite a bit since I first made this account. I also believe I've progressed as a photographer. I recently moved to Georgia in November. I'm still adjusting to so much change but I plan to make something positive out of it. I always remember my reasoning for this account from the beginning. Not for views, not for "acclaimed fame", but why else then simply because it's something I enjoy doing. The wonderful people I've met is just a bonus that's makes it even more worth while. I understand the idea of leaving everything behind after this year has come to end. I haven't decided what I plan to do yet. I'm just going to carry on and make the most of it. I hope this turns out to be a good year for everyone. Thanks and Love.
Follow 2BRINGHOPE on Tumblr I've updated newer pictures on there however now it's most likely going to turn more into and actual blog :http://tobringhope.tumblr.com/
As true as possible to the conditions of the day
a deluge of emotion raining down the Tor
oblique, occasionally obscured, the mind at play
tricks of the Spring trading in it's warmth for
the changes we lavish with stats to get our way
now all forgotten, open to the Sanctus winds in store
following a fatherly lead progress really is made
undestroyed memories pass like high-speed windows
of the train that doesn't stop at my station frayed
for this is already the journey of never ending shadows
images of bygone fellows burrow the mind and invade
now up this timeless path to the frenzy of misted narrows
what cannot be true engages the senses out of wedlock
refined living and celebate myths rise ever-more steeper
the stories of others battles it's way into a souvenir woodblock
highlighted by stove-light to illuminate the diary keeper
visions past play before the Tor to this windswept flock
as if the rich strain of today's forebearance could possibly be any deeper
the howls and hoots of weathering beyond the graves
whistles past me like a snapshot of reanimate comfort
what joy it brings over these dark momentary waves
now there's no time for any time-sickness's discomfort
as time itself forever marches with no conscience of how it behaves
for such defined reasoning of this moment is left to the scale of Beaufort!
now it's done, the weather leaves no cadre unturned, so to speak
just the cacti touch of presage-driven rain into this speed camera record
of all we have done upon the humbling trail of ancestral antique
thus it becomes ever clearer, staggering up the hill of reverence restored
for every monument on the surface has inner revelations unique
and that's for us to decipher, for it's this elemental grounding we walk toward.
by anglia24 (in the steps of my forebears)
09h45: 05/06/2008
©2008anglia24
South Bend, Washington, 1894 — Before and After
Every house contains the house it wanted to be. In the case of this modest 1894 South Bend cottage, someone eventually agreed to the arrangement.
The before image, captured by Google Street View in an earlier decade, shows a perfectly respectable Pacific County vernacular cottage: plain gable, bare rake boards, a good porch with its original turned columns and spindlework frieze intact, a teal door making the only chromatic argument on an otherwise self-effacing facade.
It is the house as it emerged from the timber boom years — honest, unpretentious, built to last and not particularly to impress. Thousands of its siblings still stand in small towns across the Pacific Northwest, doing the same quiet work.
The after image shows what happened when someone looked at that plain gable and decided it had been bare of ornamentation long enough. The rake boards are gone, replaced by an elaborate vergeboard system of integral zig-zag geometry with pendant drops hanging from each vertical step — ornament that would have been entirely at home in 1894 and reads, at street level, as entirely original.
An arched window treatment now crowns the upper window. A white picket fence defines the street edge. A pergola establishes an entrance sequence. Roses are clearly in the program. The wind chime suggests someone is home and paying attention. The American flag suggests they are pleased about it.
What the composite reveals, held side by side, is not merely a renovation but a conversation across time — an owner reasoning backward toward what the house might have been if the original builder had had a larger budget and a more elaborately stocked millwork catalog. Whether that conversation constitutes restoration, invention, or something usefully in between is a question the preservation community would argue about at length. The house itself appears untroubled by the distinction. It has finally put on its frock, and it fits.
Quite out of the blue a new baby for the madder family arrives! After three truly Mediterranean days in Edinburgh it was back to cooler temperatures, and a sea fog with some drizzle, ushering in the month of October.
Not a day you might say to be out with the camera but when my friend James Pringle called me up and said "I've just seen Dart 85 in madder on the 21" I had to ask "are you sure James?" In the company of Dr. Anderson of Edinburgh University I didn't really feel like doing any bus work as the drizzle was beckoning more strongly. I did though ask James where the Dart was and worked out it would arrive at Clermiston within the half hour from where we were situated.
Dr. Anderson suggested we go hunting and, never one to require much encouragement for this sort of thing, I nibbled at the bait and off we went. After all, how could I miss an opportunity to see another of my all-time favourite buses - and with a new coat of paint too?
So here we are back at one of my favourite haunts, Clermiston terminus (though not a terminus for the 21) high up alongside Corstorphine woods in the north-west of the city.
Marine based Dennis Dart SLF, Plaxton Pointer SPD number 85 (SK52 OKF) enjoys some attention as Dr. Anderson boards the bus (and taking a little more time to pay than usual!) while I managed to capture two shots in the misty atmosphere of an autumnal day.
It is thought the reasoning behind the repaint of this Dennis Dart is owing to possible accident damage and so 85 joins the other Darts in weinrot und weis 'classic' livery 60, 185 and 189.
For a numerical tour of all of Lothian's Darts and Volvo Eclipse's see my set of single deckers in harlequin livery:
www.flickr.com/photos/stuart_montgomery/sets/721576233314...
Entertaining and easy to understand: "Crash Course Philosophy Part 2: How to Argue - Philosophical Reasoning" (youtube 9:42)
Maybe you also take a look at part 3, that is about further kinds of arguments, namely: induction and abduction
Not NLP or some other kind of manipulative rhetoric, but rational arguing.
Fabio Keiner accuses me (without giving any proof!), to have deletet his comment. Therefore this demonstration to show that I did not delete the comments.
A sincere exchange of views, opinions, ideas, thoughts is only possible when having arguments based on evidence and when the drawn conclusions are logical consistent. Defamation, abusive language, false accusations, illogical conclusions, flawed reasoning are thwarting communication.
1. Screenshot flickr Zeitangabe: 1 Tg. aufgenommen als ich die Antwort an Fabio Keiner schrieb, daß ich keinen seiner Kommentare gelöscht habe, der zweite am Tag darauf, der dritte (flickr Zeitangabe 4 Tg.) heute, Sonntag 23.4.2017. Alle 3 Google Chrome Browser. Zu sehen ist das Ende meines Eingangskommentares zu dem Bild (Zitiat aus Russell: "Is there a God?), darauf folgend die zwei Kommentare von Fabio Keiner und danach der Kommentar von Marjan)
Ὅπερ ἔδει δεῖξαι Quod Erat Demonstrandum Q.E.D.
Denkanstoß: Derjenige, der jemanden beschuldigt hat Beweise zu bringen.
Part of: "res noscenda note notiz sketch skizze material sammlung collection entwurf überlegung gedanke brainstorming musterbogen schnittmuster zwischenbilanz bestandsaufnahme rückschau vorschau" Sonntag. Nicht grimmig, und auch nicht screaming, schon gar nicht a "sceraming hand" // (Fußnote an jene, die glauben, daß es ohne Kimono-Triptych quasi wertlos ist: hier gehts um Leute, die nicht antworten, wenn man sie nach Fakten für ihre Behauptungen fragt, Leute, die nicht bereit sind ihren Standpunkt, ihre Meinung zu erklären und zu erläutern, sondern einfach Behauptungen aufstellen ohne jeglichen Beweis und Behauptungen auch noch aufrecht erhalten, wenn sie jeglicher Grundlage entbehren, selbst noch wenn sie bewiesenermaßen falsch sind. Hier gehts um Leute, wie euch, die nicht bereit sind auf Gegenargumente einzugehen.... Es geht um das Verweigern von lauterer Diskussion (mit Argumenten und validen logischen Schlußfolgerungen), lauterer Debatte, lauterem Dialog, lauterem Streitgespräch, - Ich reagiere nur darauf, daß lauterer Dialog, lauteres Gespräch von euch verweigert wird)
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Uno de los encuentros que más me han emocionado desde que vengo haciendo fotografía de naturaleza. Me he enamorado de estas flores después de una charla que nos dio Eladio Fernández en ADFONA sobre estas maravillas tan discretas y sensuales.
Llevo 3 especies vistas, 2 fotografiadas.
Aristolochia adiastola (hoja )
Texto por @pedrogenaro publicado en pedrogenaro.blogspot.com/ con toda la historia detrás de esta fotografía y especie.
Ayer, mientras hacíamos fotos macro en el Refugio de Vida Silvestre Río Higuamo, mis amigos José Miguel Pantaleón y Carlos Gómez (Gogolac), este último encontró unas hojas de Aristolochia sp.,y luego de buscar insistentemente, dio con la cápsula primero y más tarde con una primera flor (en total encontró 5). Su alegría era verdaderamente contagiosa.
Yo sabía que había fotografiado la especie, pero no recordaba el nombre, a pesar de que Eladio Fernández me había hecho la historia de la misma apenas hace dos años, primero en una conversación telefónica y luego en una charla en ADFONA.
Para dar un poco de contexto, quisiera decir que estas flores fascinantes las conocí por primera vez a través del doctor Luis Marión Heredia (ido muy a destiempo), cuya casa visité junto a mi amigo Adolfo Gottschalk.
Las inquietudes del doctor Marión encontraron terreno fértil en mi hermano Eladio Fernández, fotógrafo de conservación, quien ha retomado y ampliado el estudio de las Aristolochias en la Española, no solo como proyecto fotográfico, sino además con un rigor científico, asesorado por el departamento de investigaciones de la Universidad de Harvard (Irina Ferreras, Brian Farrell, Bruno De Medeiros y Gustavo Romero) y el Jardín Botánico Nacional. La historia completa de estas maravillosas plantas pueden encontrarla en un capítulo especial del "Naturalista isleño", protagonizado por el propio Eladio.
Volviendo a la flor encontrada en el Refugio de Vida Silvestre Río Higuamo, Eladio nos confirmó que se trataba de Aristolochia adiastola. El doctor José Miguel Pantaleón (Cimarron Mayor) y yo tenemos la costumbre de revisar la razón de los nombres de las especies, ya sea por etimología o por dedicación a una persona.
Las anécdotas que se esconden detrás de estos nombres a veces son fascinantes. En este caso, encontré la etimología ἁδιαστολή, adiastolos, “sin separar, confundido”. Esto hace referencia al hecho de que se pensaba que esta flor era otra llamada Aristolochia bilobata y que gracias entre otras cosas a las fotografias de Eladio se determino que la morfología floral de esta era distinta, y de hecho "aparecieron" dos especies más relacionadas con A. bilobata, que fueron llamadas A. bonettiana y y A. Marionioniana en honor a doña Rosa Margarita (Pirigua) Bonetti y el doctor Luis marion Heredia, por sus esfuerzos en la conservación del medioambiente.
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One of the encounters that has excited me the most since I began nature photography. I fell in love with these flowers after a talk Eladio Fernández gave us at ADFONA about these discreet and sensual wonders.
I have seen 3 species so far, 2 of which I’ve photographed.
Aristolochia adiastola (leaf)
Text by @pedrogenaro, published at pedrogenaro.blogspot.com with the full story behind this photograph and species.
Yesterday, while my friends José Miguel Pantaleón, Carlos Gómez (Gogolac), and I were doing macro photography at the Río Higuamo Wildlife Refuge, Carlos found some Aristolochia sp. leaves. After searching insistently, he first found the capsule and later the first flower (he found five in total). His joy was truly contagious. I knew I had photographed the species before, but I couldn't remember the name, even though Eladio Fernández had told me its story just two years ago—first in a phone call and later during a talk at ADFONA.
To provide some context, I first learned about these fascinating flowers through Dr. Luis Marión Heredia (who passed away far too soon), whose home I visited with my friend Adolfo Gottschalk. Dr. Marión’s interests found fertile ground in my brother, Eladio Fernández, a conservation photographer, who has taken up and expanded the study of Aristolochias on Hispaniola. He has approached this not only as a photographic project but also with scientific rigour, advised by the research department at Harvard University (Irina Ferreras, Brian Farrell, Bruno De Medeiros, and Gustavo Romero) and the National Botanical Garden. You can find the full story of these marvellous plants in a special chapter of 'Naturalista isleño', featuring Eladio himself.
Returning to the flower found at the Río Higuamo Wildlife Refuge, Eladio confirmed to us that it was Aristolochia adiastola. Dr. José Miguel Pantaleón (Cimarron Mayor) and I have a habit of looking into the reasoning behind species names, whether through etymology or dedication to a person. The anecdotes hidden behind these names are sometimes fascinating. In this case, I found the etymology: ἁδιαστολή, adiastolos, meaning 'not separated, confused.' This refers to the fact that this flower was thought to be another called Aristolochia bilobata. Thanks in part to Eladio's photographs, it was determined that its floral morphology was distinct. In fact, two more species related to A. bilobata appeared and were named A. bonettiana and A. marioniana in honour of Mrs. Rosa Margarita (Pirigua) Bonetti and Dr. Luis Marión Heredia for their environmental conservation efforts."
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Aristolochia adiastola es una especie de planta trepadora (bejuco) endémica de la isla de La Española (República Dominicana y Haití). Fue descrita formalmente como una especie nueva en 2019, ya que durante mucho tiempo se confundió con la Aristolochia bilobata.
Características Físicas
Flores: Son la clave para identificarla. A diferencia de otras especies similares:
Color: El limbo (la parte expandida de la flor) es de color púrpura oscuro a marrón con manchas blancas, lo que contrasta con el amarillo verdoso de la A. bilobata.
Forma: La flor tiene forma de "pipa", pero no presenta una constricción (un estrechamiento) marcada entre el tubo y el limbo.
Hojas: Son bilobadas (divididas en dos lóbulos profundos), lo que le da una apariencia de "alas de mariposa" o corazón partido, muy común en las aristoloquias de la isla.
Frutos: Produce una cápsula seca que se abre al madurar para liberar las semillas.
Distribución y Hábitat
Ubicación: Se encuentra en diversas regiones de la República Dominicana, incluyendo Peravia (cerca de Baní), el Jardín Botánico Nacional en Santo Domingo y la vertiente sur de la Sierra de Neiba.
Hábitat: Suele crecer en matorrales y bosques secos o semicaducos a bajas elevaciones.
Distribución Alopátrica: Esto significa que generalmente no crece en los mismos lugares que la A. bilobata; se han separado geográficamente a través del tiempo.
Etimología
El nombre adiastola proviene del griego adiastolos, que significa "no separado" o "confundido". Los botánicos eligieron este nombre porque la planta estuvo "confundida" y no se separó taxonómicamente de otras especies similares durante décadas hasta los estudios recientes.
Importancia Ecológica
Como otras plantas de su género, la Aristolochia adiastola es la planta hospedera exclusiva para las orugas de ciertas mariposas, como las del género Battus (mariposas cola de golondrina), que se alimentan de sus hojas para obtener toxinas que las protegen de los depredadores.
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Aristolochia adiastola is a species of pipevine endemic to the island of Hispaniola (Dominican Republic and Haiti).
Formally described as a new species in 2019, it was previously often misidentified as Aristolochia bilobata due to its similar bilobed leaves.
Physical Characteristics
Flowers: The flowers are the primary way to distinguish this species from its close relatives.
Color: The flower's limb is purple to brown with white spots, contrasting with the greenish-yellow and purple-veined flowers of A. bilobata.
Structure: It lacks a constriction between the limb (the expanded distal part) and the tube.
Orientation: The flowers have a distinct orientation compared to related species on the island.
Leaves: It features bilobate leaves, which are deeply divided into two lobes, a trait common to several pipevines on Hispaniola.
Fruit: It produces a dehiscent capsule typical of the Aristolochia genus.
Habitat and Distribution
Location: Native to the Dominican Republic and Haiti.
Specific Sites: Specimens have been documented in several Dominican provinces, including Peravia (near Baní), Santo Domingo (at the National Botanical Garden), and along the southern slope of Sierra de Neiba.
Range: It has an allopatric distribution, meaning it generally grows in different geographical areas than its close relative A. bilobata.
The name adiastola comes from the Greek word adiastolos, meaning "not separated" or "confused". This refers to the long history of botanists confusing this plant with A. bilobata before it was recognized as a distinct species.
Sources: Etymology, Species New to Science
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im home alone today and decided to edit some photos when i remembered that i had recently taken this one. upon looking at it i decided then and there that i would make a series out of this photo and now this one as well.
the series will be revolving around the concept of life and death, whereas this should represent life and the other shall represent death.
i edited this darkly with a monochrome color scheme on purpose. i did it for the fact that it is both ironic and symbolic. i will leave it up to the viewer to create their own reasoning in support of, or against, the way in which i went about doing this series.
there will most definitly be one or two more in this series coming in the future.
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Yesterday we will be launching rockets at the Snow Ranch in California's Central Valley, East of Stockton. One highlight is launching a high-power piñata rocket that rains candy out of the sky. Here you see kids run after the candy, after they got the go-ahead from the master.
Lets talk psychology. I use this photos as an example to explain the state and stages of "flow", also known as "zone". Flow is a state of the mind that amplifies creativity and productivity five-fold. Jazz musicians can improvise on the spot when in the flow, programmers can be 10-fold productive when in the flow, snow boarders can jump 250 feet when in the flow.
There are four stages of flow:
1. Struggling phase: You are frustrated learning new stuff, or challenged before doing something new.
==> This is the first photo in the comment. The master briefs the kids on safety and to wait for the go-head.
2. Release phase: Sub-conscious processing, which is a lot faster than thinking and reasoning.
===> This is the cover photo. The kids are running after the candy.
3. Flow phase: You are extremely productive, you are convinced you can do anything.
===> This is the second photo in the comment. The master examines the piñata rocket after launch, all good, "I can do anything".
4. Recovery phase: You need to relax after the flow phase because a lot of energy is consumed. Nobody can live in flow for extended time. Stages of flow can be repeated, but recovery is essential.
===> This is the third photo in the comment. The master walks back to the camp, all relaxed.
I learned about the flow from a talk by Steven Kotler. If you want to learn more about the flow, read the book "Abundance: The Future Is Better Than You Think" by Peter Diamandis and Steven Kotler.
I processed a balanced HDR photo from a RAW exposure.
-- © Peter Thoeny, CC BY-NC-SA 4.0, HDR, 1 RAW exposure, NEX-6, _DSC5808_hdr1bal1c
On Thanksgiving Day, I rolled out of bed in the wee hours to make the trek up to Castle Lake in hopes of recreating the shot I took last Thanksgiving (see pic in comments), under better conditions this time. To my dismay, part of the uphill trail was covered in snow and frozen over. Not expecting this and with no crampons handy, the part of my brain that still made somewhat sound decisions trumped the photographer illogical reasonings, and thus I turned back. It wasn't until the next day when I returned to the trail under daylight that I realized only about 50 feet of the path was frozen, and with some careful maneuvering, you could make your way up.
After backtracking, I headed over to Lake Siskiyou and sat alone waiting for sunrise. As the sky lit up, I counted my blessings.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!
Clinchfield No.800 crosses Pool Point with a CSX Santa Train in tow as the rising sun illuminates the early morning clouds near the Kentucky/Virginia border. While most of my non-railfan friends, coworkers and family (Dad excluded) wonder why I drive all night to far away parts of the country sometimes without sleep to shoot pictures of trains, I find it hard to explain my reasoning other than it's my hobby and I enjoy it. However there are times I know without question, and seeing former Clinchfield 800 pull out of Pool Point Tunnel onto the famous bridge reminded me that it's these moments that make me come back time an again.
From my blog (oldlenses.blogspot.ca/2015/10/signs-that-you-are-addicted...):
G.A.S = Gear Acquisition Syndrome. A disease that affects mostly men. It infects the central reasoning area of the brain and makes men vulnerable into thinking more gear make them better photographers, and thus buying gear that they don't need. There is no known cure, but there is a silver lining; some men are able to recover as the photographs they make shift from pictures of cameras, lenses, brick walls, and resolution charts to other form of pictures.
You buy printed photo magazines just to look at the ads
You have a copy of A Lens Collector's Vade Meccum
You know exactly what a "normal" lens is
You have all 5 versions of the same lens
Words like Noctilux and Otus motivate you to make more money so that you can buy them
You name your daughter Tessar, and your son's name Nokton is not misspelled, and your dog's name is Skopar
You think Hologon is the most beautiful word in the world
You scare your partner at night uttering words like "Fisheye", "Bigma", in your sleep
You justify all your gear purchases as investment
You buy similar looking cameras so that your significant other can't tell the one that you use is not the same as the 4 others in the locked closet that only you have the key to
You tell your wife it's worth the expense of the 85mm f1.2L because it would make her look more beautiful in the picture
You convince yourself that the purchase of a Leica Summilux will one day make you as good as Henri Cartier-Bresson
Every time you see a red band, or gold band, it reminds you of your favourite lens
You are a Pentaxian, and you know the word "Limited" is not a disadvantage
You have been buying K-Mount lenses for the last ten years, because you believe one day, there will be a full frame Pentax camera, like you believe in Santa Claus
You get excited when you hear words like Holly Trinity, Magic Drainpipe, The Dust Pump, Sigmarit, and you know exactly what they refer to
You use Ikea shelves to store your cameras/lenses because you can't afford better shelves since you spent all your money on cameras/lenses
Decimal numbers like 0.95, 1.0, 1.2, 1.4 bring tears to your eyes
You just realized that the lens you bought yesterday is exactly the same as 2 others that you didn't know you had
You take pictures with enlarging, projection, and printing cell lenses on your mirrorless camera
You have many lenses without apertures
You have many lenses without focus mechanism
You have drawers full of lens adapters
You have a large bin of lens hoods, and most of them don't fit your lenses, but you tell yourself one day, you will get the lenses that will fit the hoods
You can't understand why anyone needs to use the aperture on the lens, since you always shoot wide open
You feel no shame when others look at your ugly self-made lens contraption in disgust
100% of your pictures contains 99% bokeh, and 1% subject that's in focus.
Your favourite pastime is to browse antique/flea market for vintage cameras/lenses
You never miss a single camera show
You created an app with a SQL database to catalogue and keep track of your cameras/lenses because a spreadsheet has reached its capacity
You remember the minute details of a lens, but forget your kids birthdays
Your wife is annoyed that you
spend more time with your gear than with the kids, or with her
You blog about your favourite lens in length, and the only picture that accompanies the blog entry is the picture of the lens
You have 9 camera bags, and all of them are full of gear
You have 8 different tripod heads, and each one has a specific purpose, and each one is used exactly once
You fondle your cameras/lenses and talk to them like they are your lover
You spend more time on Flickr and online forums than taking pictures
You carry your camera with you everywhere you go, but you hardly take any pictures
You can't understand why anyone would read whatever Ken Rockwell has to say, and you visit Michael Johnston's theonlinephotographer blog religiously
You tell your wife you paid $20 for the very beat-up Speed Panchro that you actually paid $2000 for and she believed you
80% of the photo in your Flickr stream is picture of cameras and lenses
Your wife thinks your planar is something to organize your daily tasks
Your wife can not understand why all your lenses do not zoom or focus themselves
You made your kids call you Prime Master
You have a RAID 10 storage setup to protect the terabytes of pictures you took of your cameras and lenses
You have another RAID 10 storage setup to protect the setup above
You drove 4 hours to photograph a sunrise, only to find out you shot everything wide open out of habit, and all the pictures are overexposed
You made penholders out of broken lenses
You have a box you call treasure that's full of parts from dismantled cameras and lenses.
You hope that you can use them to repair lenses/cameras, but deep down you know that will never happen because that's why they became parts in the first place.
You use a stack of filter rings in place of a hood
You have a dozen rolls of exposed film in the drawer from 1998, but never developed
You get bored of the auto focus lenses you spent tens of thousands of dollar buying, and are having a blast with a $20 enlarging lens taking pictures of your AF lenses
You know by heart the first two digits of a Vivitar lens serial number corresponds to which manufacturer who made the lens.
You love pictures in RAW, and hate those cooked in jpeg
You have thousands of tiny screws harvested from dead cameras/lenses
w_r:
Shoes - Schuh
Tights - Both gifts
Skirt - Jen's <3
Yellow top - Hand-me-down
Blouse - Hand-me-down
Scarves - Pink, from M&S and Yellow, from Peacocks
Worn to a Valentines Day barndance with the Rumford Morris Men.
My entire reasoning behind this outfit for Valentines Day was the birds all over my skirt :D (the first mentioning of Valentines Day is within Chaucer's Paliament of Fowls).
I've given up a lot, these last six months or so, for you two. Two people with the same horrible problem, but one caliban's anger at not being able to see his face in the glass, the other his anger at seeing it. Hours of talking, reasoning, having to keep the secrets I tried to persuade you needed telling. I couldn't risk losing your trust because, even from the most selfish perspective, how could I possibly live with myself had I not been there and the worst had happened? But I hated and I hate that I alienated people staying close to you. Now you're both no longer so critically terrifying, you've found methods for dealing with things, and I know it's not such a risk to go days without talking. It's a relief, and I am so happy for your signs of contentedness, but I've been left lost. I've forgotten who I was before I had to deal with this. And, much as things are looking up, the time I lost and the mistakes I made can't be undone. That's what I've been trying to say for a while. Yet, I know I haven't really explained anything at all. Sorry.
Descend atop soul sanity mask in madness
From above heaven whose eyes within see
Beyond shores existence laid me
Burying me in ere twain
Gusting world mine to world hers
Up on thoughts, string illusoriness
That separates’ from us you
And yet makes special, unique, different’ disease
Whereon shame appears to dearest
Nor disappears aloofness
Some trade life worthy not exchange
Which fates gift up on lowly
Fashioning life on path mystery
That rose on desert air rejoice in comparison
The streak life in death
In clamors unknown, made’ only my notice
That leaves muttering to yours lips
The bind ye little gods, with power over shoulders weakened
And in clatters picks paleness over beauty
Ignored the within, letting it wither perish
Conflicting thoughts, utterances
Listening fragile, mind busy
Above lamentations eyes blinks
Away freedom from shame, with wings vulnerability
And yet price expensive as sink into clumsy alienation
As trailing moving ants smiles rewinds reminds
Of remains memories, and of its blankness
Leaving in shores unwrapped, uncovered
Leaving not a cord of reasoning
Which, what I with heart half, ripped soul, aging body?
What not if empty not?
Like red rose tossing winds wild, with fragrance lost
Of blooming style, wearied and sucked of blood
Like it, my heart ends
Of trees heartbeat I hear,
Of leaves veins I feel
Towards stars, I see wires
And root neurons
When again the commune of breeze
Or the romantic touch of night sun
Or sight the noon star, the night rainbow
When again, lesser be all afore
Let it the voice heard in the herds bleat
Let it the voice noticed in bees buzzes, in chirping birds
With clouds whispering me before it pours
And road telling where it goes
Night revealing it journeys as day
With love gossiping of coming hatred, disgust
And deeds, of rewards, sows, of harvest
With door telling where it passes
And babies, who they be
Have not you the words spoken?
That still fetters my ankles keep
That still locked between walls I
That I prepare for fallen night,
With garments sleeps I as I journey
For dreams sometimes of mourn, often to merry
If this, mirror held sway as I slumbers lumber.
I the might not of madness but fondness
Trickle, tinkles seconds away flips
As curtains a close draw
With theme, plot, setting absent
For even life mystery webbed reality
Through overgrown state journeys eternal
Beneath wordless voice perceive
The whimpers, whispering souls
Mushroomeo and Julily's love could not been more darkly forbidden if it invoked the name of every Elder Being from here to eternity. His goth metal obsession, biker gang affiliations, and surly attitude would have fostered apprehension in the minds of most parents, not to mention a pair of mellow and respectable water nymphs, but none of this even came into consideration. As a Myconid, Mushroomeo was barred from any contact with water nymphs due to a centuries-long feud everyone had forgotten the reasoning behind. Julily's parents' efforts to “protect” her in the name of this feud were as vain as trying to hold...well, water. When she by chance had the house to herself, she invited him over to watch Netflix and chill a little before they eloped on his questionably legal motorcycle. A rash decision surely, but the power of their passionate love burned to overcome all barriers of class and ancient hatred; it would be eternal, in life or deat-
WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING TO MY MOTORCYCLE YOU TIN CANS
NOOOOOOOOOO
YOU RUINED IT
I CAN'T RIDE SOMETHING THAT'S NOT BLACK
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This is part of a building game the tagged builders played for fun that is similar to Symphony of Construction , but uses captions rather than musical compositions for a more laid-back execution. This is the starter build.
The caption given by Ultron32 to this build inspired Robots painted the Aliens Motorcycle purple by Dead Frog Inc.
Nearly a year ago at Brickcon 2015, Grant Davis handed me a purple barrel and motorcycle shell and charged me with the task of integrating them both into one build. I think he wanted me to do something creative with them; put them to uses other than their intended purposes?
Obviously I had no recourse but to use them for their exact intended purposes!
The ABC
Now the rain falls so impetuously, riches aplenty
it keeps us inside, releasing emotions sentimentally blocked
within each breath exhaled by the life-giving cognoscenti
for the inhalation of heartfelt wishes where the Soul is docked
annul the repudiated negativity, that divided entity
forever changing the gears of a-la-mode finicality
a centre-stage for the emotive high speed chasing grandevity
where nothing much has changed to alter one's hypersensitivity
why do we continually see the rebirth of reflected deathly imagination?
and a ghostly glow of adolescent reasoning and jiggery
overturning wisdom's long standing reverence as king-of-the-nation
creating this nom de plume society of ravishing a hidden lottery
it's easy to fall to one side without grasping the deeper mystique
coming undone in the maize of secret truths and nameless nicknames
one step can be a blot upon our landscaped garden growing oblique
unless we clean our feet and wipe the slate clean from para-claims
for the energy we reserve should not necessarily wait in queue
as our resource is identifiably within reach of each respiration
listen to yourself alone from the crowded nanny state keen to subdue
that driving inner passion resplendent in it's desirable temptation
it's not going to go away, never can it be suppressed by uniformity
nor ridiculed by anything with the assurance of veridicality
get the life and see the light of illuminating your vision's own worshipability
embrace the warmth and energy bestowed by the xantho-vitality
no answer is found without thumbing through the pages of you
no time no chance no single glance, but the essence of escaping the human zoo.
by anglia24
12h45: 25/05/2008
©2008anglia24
The only church in England to be dedicated to Saint Eata, bishop of Hexham, can be found in the village. The reasoning behind the dedication is unclear. There is no written record suggesting that he ever came so far south. There is, however, a crop photograph from the 1970s of a field in Attingham Park showing the ground plan of a Saxon palace identical to one excavated near Hexham. "Atcham" is a contraction of "Attingham", meaning "the home of Eata's people". The church building dates back to the 11th century.
I've been a flickr user since 2010. This is my 726th photo. I'm here because I like to share my work and experience the work of others, to basically get and stay inspired about photography. Eventually I will reach 1000 photos. Capping the "Free" accounts and offering a reasonable "Pro" plan makes sense but for me there will be no justifiable reason to pay for $50 per year for a "Pro" account. I simply don't need it. I would gladly pay $20 per year to remain a "social" user and a limit of 5000k photos would be more than enough. I believe in paying for what you use (by monetary means, favors or whatever). It helps people appreciate and maintain what they have invested in and keep exchanges alive, but this reasoning does not seem possible on the internet nowadays (my guess is, 'pay for what you use' is not a viable "business model" for boards and shareholders who only want to talk profit margins and bonuses). Unless Flickr offers a budget plan for social users, this account will stop at 1000 photos. My guess is, there are many other users in similar positions, some more engaged in the community aspect, some less, but not offering options to an active user base can have serious consequences. There is a risk that as the social aspect of the service declines and the communities dry up, so will the overall user base. And when that happens, we all know what follows... This is not only about Flickr. I also feel I'm paying too much for a bloated web hosting service I cannot fully use and for Vimeo and Soundcloud who keep begging me to "upgrade" even as a regular paying customer. Word has it that these and other
"popular" services have been in decline for some time and are at risk of going under, most likely for the same reasons, breaching the trust of their users for ulterior motives. I'll stop here for now, but if anyone can sympathize with what I'm saying, let me know your thoughts. The last resort will be to alert the captain before we abandon ship...
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I don't really understand the reasoning behind making wild eyed comparisons as such (eg: Milk>Gas), but I do find amusement in extremes of absurdity..
Sample of asbestiform actinolite ore from the United States. Common, non-asbestos actinolite mineral material often appears as green to dark green "non-asbestos" bladed crystals in peculiar "rays" of angular/radiating patterns; reasoning that its name is assigned from Greek: "aktinos" ("ray") + -ite. Generally, the more iron content, the deeper the color and more transition from the tremolitic mineral end-series and ferro-actinolite transition.
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This photo shows Left vs. Right Brain dominance in people.
Top: Left Brained. People with left brain dominance are good with math, science, reasoning, and logic.
Bottom: Right Brained. People with right brain dominance tend to be more musical, artistic, creative, they like more chaos.
This is a huge mistake to think that man is a rational being. The power of reasoning does not give reason.