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“A Backwards Attitude” acknowledges a post-digital and enlightenment age where information is everywhere and the correct course of action is clear, but an attitude of rejection thwarts it.
This sculpture represents a pivotal point in technology, its effects on our lives, and our need to recognise that. The work asserts that the entire world is available for digital consumption.
By Louis Pratt, Cold cast aluminium, steel and fibreglass
180cm H x 102cm W x 287cm D. 2 x life size
"The contemplative journey, because it involves the purification of the unconscious, is not a magic carpet to bliss. It is an exercise of letting go of the false self, a humbling process, because it is the only self we know. God approaches us from many different perspectives: illness, misfortune, bankruptcy, divorce proceedings, rejection, inner trials. God has not promised to take away our trial, but to help us to change our attitudes toward them. That is what holiness really is. In this life, happiness is rooted in our basic attitude toward reality."
- Thomas Keating, The Human Condition: Contemplation and Transformation
“I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,
I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,
I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,
I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,
I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.”
― Rumi
As far as I can see all religions promote love? And surely love means caring for everyone. Love is unity, harmony, embracing all. Love is NOT divisive, hate-spewing, and rejective. I know that we humans are not perfect but please let's all make an effort to be inclusive and share so we all get a piece of the pie, not just the chosen few!!! No matter our race, religion, sexual preference, surely we can find common ground to HELP each other regardless of who we are??? If we do, it is a win-win situation if we continue as we are we are only destroying ourselves and we have no one other than ourselves to blame. Love is at the center of family, community, and the world, we just have to find it and if we look hard enough WE CAN FIND IT!
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A museum of a special kind, thanks to Düsseldorf's ingenious urban planning and special engineering achievements.
Normally, a main road, usually with more than two lanes, cuts off the city center from the riverbank.
Düsseldorf built a Rhine bank tunnel and simply put the cars underground and voila, the old town is connected to the banks of the Rhine on foot.
At first, most citizens react to something new with rejection. After all, the paving of the riverside promenade had a wave pattern and people thought they would get seasick walking on it.
But the real "miracle" takes place underground. There are several tunnel tubes for road traffic and a museum, the KIT (Art in the Tunnel), has been created in between.
However, this challenge would have been too small. Between the traffic tunnel tubes and the museum tunnel, the river Düssel is also led into the Rhine via a canal.
The museum has the advantage that there is only one person at the cash desk and only one supervisor for the museum. He can't keep an eye on everything.
When I saw the artwork with the red carpet, I had an idea that Sylvia had already tried out at another location.
My daughter has a friend who has a soft spot for high heels. One day she stomped into the museum next to me .
Deutsch
Ein Museum der besonderen Art, dank Düsseldorfs genialem Städtebau und besonderer Ingenieurleistung.
Normalerweise schneidet eine Hauptverkehrsstraße, meist noch mit mehr als zwei Spuren, die Stadtmitte vom Flussufer ab.
Düsseldorf baute einen Rheinufertunnel und brachte die Autos einfach unter die Erde und Voila, die Altstadt ist fußläufig mit dem Rheinufer verbunden.
Zunächst reagieren meist die meisten Bürger auf Neues mit Ablehnung. Hatte doch die Pflasterung der Uferpromenade ein Wellenmuster und die Leute meinten beim Begehen seekrank zu werden.
Aber das eigentliche "Wunder" findet unter der Erde statt.
Denn dort gibt es mehrere Tunnelröhren für den Straßenverkehr und dazwischen wurde noch ein Museum erstellt, das KIT (Kunst im Tunnel).
Jedoch wäre diese Herausforderung noch zu gering gewesen. Zwischen den Verkehrstunnelröhren und dem Museumstunnel wird auch noch der Fluss Düssel, via einer Kanalröhre in den Rhein geführt.
Das Museum hat den Vorteil, dass nur eine Person an der Kasse sitzt und nur ein Aufseher für das Museum gestellt wird.
Der kann nicht allerorts aufpassen.
Als ich das Kunstwerk mit dem roten Teppich sah, kam mir eine Idee, die Sylvia auch schon an einem anderen Ort ausprobiert hatte.
Meine Tochter hat eine Freundin, die ein Faible für High Hells hat. Und so stöckelte sie eines Tages, neben mir, ins Museum.
Ist diese Geschichte wahr, werden sich jetzt einige fragen. Was soll ich sagen? Es ist eben Dichtung und Wahrheit ...
;-) ...
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“For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection."
- C. Joybell C.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=madYJK78XL0
Have a beautiful weekend, y'all!
Hope its warm and sunny wherever you are
As always, thank you xxx
The Elk rut continues...
There was action down along the river - on the banks, in the water, and along the gravel and sand bars. One or two dominant bulls were guarding their harems, but a lot of stray cows were scattered along the river and the lesser bulls - such as the one in this shot - were doing their best to get into the spirit of things without getting chased or beaten up. The bull Elk seen here approached this pair hopefully, but had to accept the sting of rejection. Alas! It's a mean old world. If he made it through the past year, he may have added enough weight and increased the size of his antlers to become a true contender. It's happening right now. Part of me wants to be there, but real life has intruded and provided me with too many commitments and chores that need doing. And so it goes.
Photographed along the Athabasca River in Jasper National Park, Alberta (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2021 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Lil' darlin,'
Untended,
Wild.
Winter crocus.
DeKalb County (Winnona Park), Georgia, USA.
9 February 2024.
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❀ Botanical note:
"Snow Crocus [Crocus tommasinianus] is a late winter to early spring-blooming bulb native to southeastern Europe. It is one of the first to pop its leaves above the ground and can bloom when there is snow on the ground, hence the common name."
— North Carolina Cooperative Extension.
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👎 Rejection:
On 11 February 2024, the administrator for the Flickr group LA NATURE DES FLEURS summarily rejected this image without explanation. Flummery!
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My dear beloved
I fear love as I fear you
Through my laughter, I can hide what bothers me
Not always
Sometimes I laugh because I laugh
I cried when you left
I cried so hard
I cried 'til no tears were left to cry
And I hated love
I felt empty and worn
Betrayed and used
I felt abandoned and useless
All felt useless and unworthy
It was then, that I closed all doors to my heart
I closed them and I laughed, but I did not really laugh
After a while, I started to feel joy again
I discovered music again and I wrote
I wrote so much
And all the while I hoped to never see you again
Because, seeing you meant to feel again your touch
I will never forget how we sat in perfect
Silence, listening to bad musicians trying to be funny
And we said nothing, and just held each other
I shall never forget that
It was then that I knew that, a part of me belonged to you forever
And I could not say what part it was
It wasn't my body, and it was more than my heart
Some would call it magic, others love
I don't know how you call it
I don't know what it was, but I could have sat there forever
And now, I'm coming back
Although it was you who left
But I'm coming
And I fear love
I fear love, because more than love, I fear rejection
I fear rejection and abandonment, and blame, guilt or addiction
To not be touched
To not be loved
That is what I fear
Yes, I fear to not be loved
In fact, to fear to not be loved
Belongs to love, because love is so delicate
It disappears if you do not care for it
Love is like snow
It falls only under certain conditions and it
Stays only for a season and then, melts away
That is what I have experienced with love
And why with you is it, that I want it to stay forever?
And then it's not winter nor spring
Is the moment when I touch your hands
And feel your nearness and your silence
And within this silence I can hear you, but not in words
I hear something else
And it can only be you, because you sound different
You sound different than the rest
And I have heard many, but you sound different
Like the palms of your hands, they felt unique in mine
As if they belonged to me
Your head on my breasts, feel like the first touch
Your lips when they rest on my skin
They feel like the only lips, I want to have on me everywhere softly
I want your gentle love
Yes, I fear brutality and violence
Within this softness, because I know it
I have known it
And now, I fear love
Maybe I have always feared
But I'm coming, my love
I'm coming
And I want to be gentle
And I want your gentle touch
Please be patient with me
I have known other than pure love
I have known other than pure love
Let us be gentle, my love
And not fear love
Let us, be us
Let us be touched by silence
When we hold each other's hands
When we hold each other's hands
Cambrai, France.
Battlefield 1
“Trump’s election is an unmistakable rejection of a political establishment and an economic system that simply isn’t working for most people. It is one that has delivered escalating inequality and stagnating or falling living standards for the majority, both in the US and Britain.
This is a rejection of a failed economic consensus and a governing elite that has been seen not to have listened. And the public anger that has propelled Donald Trump to office has been reflected in political upheavals across the world.
But some of Trump’s answers to the big questions facing America, and the divisive rhetoric around them, are clearly wrong.
I have no doubt, however, that the decency and common sense of the American people will prevail, and we send our solidarity to a nation of migrants, innovators and democrats.
After this latest global wake up call, the need for a real alternative to a failed economic and political system could not be clearer. "
That alternative must be based on working together, social justice and economic renewal, rather than sowing fear and division. And the solutions we offer have to improve the lives of everyone, not pit one group of people against another.
Americans have made their choice. The urgent necessity is now for us all to work across continents to tackle our common global challenges: to secure peace, take action on climate change and deliver economic prosperity and justice.”
- Jeremy Corbyn
[EPSON DSC Picture_EPS7564 copy]. Epson R-D1s + Sumicron 90/2 + 135mm finder.
Note: I did this photo essay for the journal of the society that I belonged to. After sending in my photo essay to the journal, I waited months for a response. I wrote in asking the editor if he wanted my photo essay or not. No response. I quietly left the said society. I do not mind rejection slips. I do mind it when editors will not respond at all, which is ghosting.
“I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,
I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,
I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,
I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,
I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.”
Rumi
This is a black & white interpretation of a shot that I took at the Wakodahatchee Wetlands, in Delray Beach, Florida. I was there in March of 2025, during the mating season for many birds, including this gorgeous snowy egret, perched in full sun with at dark background.
I've been working with DxO's Nik Silver Efex, experimenting to see which color images might benefit from B&W interpretation. I think this one works because the gamut is from pure white to pure black, with lots of nice details.
Photo-geeks that look at my setting may thing that I"m crazy to shoot at ISO 800, instead of ISO 100, which required a shutter speed of 1/10000-sec. to avoid blowing out the details of the bright white bird. ISO-800 is a Base ISO for this particular camera and I was set up to try to catch birds in flight. When I came upon this beauty, I just spun my shutter speed dial until the whites were not over exposed. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
Here's a link to the color version:
www.flickr.com/photos/dcstep/54402373887/in/album-7217772...
The warning signs were there, the sad realisation that our relationship was nearing the end of its long journey together. The refusals to comply with simple requests were becoming more frequent and increasingly difficult to bear. We’d had a good innings, spent many happy hours in each others company and created a number of undoubtedly mediocre offerings, but the days when pressing certain buttons resulted in something beautiful were now replaced with rejection, repudiation and strange whirring noises.
What had become of us?
The once beautiful silences were now deafened with cries across the kitchen of ‘for gods sake will you buy yourself a new bloody laptop!’
It was a sad day, the omens were not good as I asked her to load 50 images to focus stack, 20 minutes elapsed but success eventually achieved.
Now to auto align.
I went to make a coffee. Could have gone to Costa Rica to harvest the. bloody beans.
Oh the interminable wheel of death!
But hope springs eternal and finally aligned, now to auto blend (the images not the beans).......
An hour elapsed, hopes slowly turning to Ashes, pretty much like the tour of Australia!
I had an epiphany, some would say a seizure, but I thought I’d try the Basil Fawlty approach.
The secateurs were freshly oiled and I made a selection, (a magic wand brush may have been better). No, not your common o’ garden bit of birch. I thought I’d do it with class, for this was Viburnum plicatum tomentosum 'Mariesii'!
It worked like a dream…….before I awoke to the even more frantic whirring which I interpreted as ‘if you think I’m doing this, you can just **** off!!
Those painful memories are now slowly receding, along with the hairline, replaced with speed, efficiency and beautiful silence. The display is crystal clear and beams incandescently, albeit disdainfully, at the sad box of no longer working tricks on the floor and exclaims in macOS ‘ I’m a MacBook! You’re just a pain in the ArSUS!
This was the first real use of the focus shift feature in the D850 and clearly it’s no problem for the camera, it’s just the operator that needs some further practice.
I believe it to be a Physarum species, possibly P album, and bears a remarkable resemblance to those aniseed liquorice allsorts which I understand are called Jelly Sprogs.
Anyway, here's a tune to start your weekend.
"St. Joseph's Church, Le Havre is a Roman Catholic church in Le Havre, France. From 1945 to 1954, the City of Le Havre commissioned Auguste Perret [(1874–1954)] and his studio to head the rebuilding of the entire city after it had been completely decimated by the British during World War II. St. Joseph's was built between 1951 and 1957/58 as part of this reconstruction. It acts as a memorial to the five thousand civilians fallen [...].
The church was designed by the chief architect for the reconstruction of Le Havre, Perret, who was the teacher and mentor to the Swiss architect Le Corbusier. A centrally-planned building, Saint Joseph's Church was envisioned as a beacon for the city. The church's single, central tower dominates the city skyline, easily visible from the city's port. Perret's vision created a building resembling a lantern, now fondly referred to as the “lantern tower” or the “lighthouse at the heart of the city.” Made of concrete, St Joseph's is a product of modern architectural innovation in Post-War France. The tower is 107 metres tall and acts as a beacon visible from out at sea, especially at night when illuminated.
Stained glass by Marguerite Huré
Perret brought in his previous colleague Marguerite Huré (1896-1967) for the stained glass in the new church. Their most notable collaborations were the Église Notre-Dame du Raincy and Saint Joseph's church in Le Havre. Huré contributed to the rebirth of sacred art in France in the early twentieth century through her introduction of abstraction into religious stained glass. She developed a style without images or words, using colour to convey her desired theme—much in the way music conveys feeling via sound. Huré and Perret shared a desire to reject decorative art in preference of constructive art that was collectively understated yet awe-inspiring and told a story or promoted further improvement/advancement.
The compact nave's architectural lines lead the eye to the altar and then up to a three-tiered, square base with triangular supporting structures. The triangular supports point the eye to the octagonal column that makes up the majority of the tower. A singular, chunky, spiral staircase rises from the base of the octagonal shaft to the bell room. Separated into 18 layers, each side of layers 2 to 17 exhibits an identical, geometric pattern made of wood and elongated stained glass. Revived in the nineteenth century, Huré used the “antique” glass making technique that involves mouth-blowing the coloured glass to achieve the desired shape. The repeated pattern reflects Huré's dedication to the symbolic power of colour and her rejection of iconographic representation. [...]"
(Wikipedia)
Photo in Explore 09.09.2021
It was moment of rejection for this tern as his lady friend was not accepting his fishing offering. This is a custom with terns that they bring a fish to the female if they are interested in becoming their mate. It was amazing to see this one refuse and also a little sad for the male. Better luck next time I hope !! Nature is full of surprises !!!
Wishing you a great Saturday and a very blessed one.
My true Love was yours to keep, and hold
for as long as there was a breath of life left in my lungs, & in my body.
A harmonios beat left in my heart & a melodious song of romance
and togetherness,..
I did sing every time I said your name.
In overwhelming heart felt emotions,
I was completely & desperatly lost to you.
in my dreams, and fantasies.
in every crowded room
I seeked you out..
You were my mighty king, my wounded toy soldier..
The center of all I cherished, and desired..
my universe..my pink castle in the sky, my world crumbling before me
as I watched helplessly..
but you were not to be mine to keep..
for God's will was not of you and I.
In your mind lust ruled, and reigned your every thought.
Fleshly desire won your heart,
and mine was left in pieces..
I know in time these wounds will heal,
and your memory may fade.
My gentle spirit, and my wings to fly
will be restored..
but as of right now
my eyes cry, and weap salty bitter tears
that flow like neverending rivers.
there is no consoling this withering flower.
no comfort that can save me from this unyielding sorrow. From your abandonment, and rejection.
from the solitude I feel as a result of your distant silence,
& the cold chill of your absence in my bed.
Written by Ef
Maybe I’d allowed myself to get carried away with things a bit too much. While there was no doubting that it was one of my own favourites this year, I later returned to the image, now sitting on my wall in the form of a large aluminium acrylic print and looked at it more critically. Putting to one side the irritation that the printed version lacked the vibrance of the one on my computer screen, I could see that Gull Rock was just a little bit soft, and might have looked more effective if I’d darkened down the shadows a bit more. Of course, it wouldn’t be completely tack sharp from front to back when I’d taken the entire scene in a single frame without resorting to a focus stack. Not even in the middle of the focal range of the wide angle lens at f16 could I expect not to see some imperfections. “Why hadn’t I focus stacked?” I asked myself. I must have been suffering from that sense of “new scene” rush, combined with a limited amount of time, combined with the fact that I was there in the company of visitors who weren’t photographers.
Of course I’d never have reviewed my photo so carefully if it weren’t for the big print that sits over my computer or the fact that I’d entered it into Nigel Danson’s world landscape photographer of the year competition. I don’t do competitions normally because I don’t deal with rejection well, but the fact that the entry fee was going to be of help to Ukrainians persuaded me that perhaps for once I should prepare myself for eventual disappointment. For a day or two I ruminated over my entries, examining potential candidates closely and imagining Mads and Nigel picking holes in them before consigning them to the reject pile. “At least I’ve got that Trebarwith shot,” I told myself. “That one’s definitely in.” Eventually I narrowed it down to five pictures that I believed to be about the best I could manage. A moody winter shot at Wheal Coates threatened to break the rules that had prevented me from entering a single one from my considerably enormous Godrevy gallery. “No buildings,” said the small type “unless they’re incidental to the scene.” I uploaded my five images and waited for Nigel to make the phone call, congratulate me and pop a brand new Nikon kit in the post.
The winning entries were predictably superb, each of them with that added bit of magic that turns a good photograph into something memorable. Did you see them? As I watched our head judge one Sunday morning talking his followers through the prize winners and honourable mentions I was reminded that there is still a very long way to go on this adventure. I’m not expecting to ever win anything of course, but I do want to improve. Mr Danson was also good enough to review some of the submissions that had not completely impressed the galaxy of esteemed judges, with permission from the entrants of course. At least I hadn’t been singled out and shamed for failing to address a lack of balance or an absence of edge patrol, and none of my halos had been highlighted to a watching audience. Nobody had complained that my light source was darker than my foreground or that my focal point wasn’t entirely compelling. Hidden away among the thousands of also rans, there was much I could learn from the experience. And I was still happy with the shots I’d entered, even if they hadn’t appeared on anyone’s shortlist. Ultimately that’s all that really matters, isn’t it? Of course, none of the things I could have done might have advanced my entries further up the final scoreboard, but at least entering a competition for once had found me looking more closely at my own pictures and thinking about how the moods I always try to convey might be backed up with improvements in the technical and compositional departments. Progress is progress. Anyway, even if Mads and Nigel had both been knocked over the head by persons unknown and come bouncing over the airwaves in misguided excitement before sending me the coveted first prize, I’d have only ended up agonising over whether to stick with the gear I know and love or move wholesale to a new mirrorless set up.
Recently I noticed the Trebarwith folder still sitting on my screen, untouched since making straight for the one image that had caught my attention when I’d raced through the day’s results on the back of the camera. It was my first, and to date only visit to a place where I’d somehow managed to stay on my feet on a narrow slippery shelf of rock, before battling for space with four or five other ageing togs on rather more solid footing while the previously unpromising sky began to work some magic above a gentle high tide. Finally, I returned to the perilous green patch where everyone else feared to tread and where the stream that enters the sea cuts through the shelf in a series of attractive swirls and eddies, but not before I’d managed to jostle my way to the front row and capture the setting sun as it turned orange and cast its glow across the hard black slab on which we were standing. And now, three months later I was at last looking through that folder and finding images I’d ignored in the race to publish the one that had drawn my eye at first glance. Trebarwith, it seemed had delivered on that Bank Holiday Monday in May. Somewhere in those moments among the small gaggle of battling togs, the incoming surf had created some foreground interest without covering the orange reflections on the dark rocks.
Ali keeps on mentioning an overnight park up at Tintagel, another place I’ve never made it to in all my years of living in Cornwall. It’s her way of saying “can we go there in the van please?” With locations like this and the sea pool at Bude on offer, it seems daft not to agree really. She won’t mind if the camera bag gets surreptitiously slipped into the overhead cab. I expect an autumn visit is on the cards then.
4/4 pelote de réjection
D'un violent coup de tête elle expulse la pelote . Quelle chance inouïe d'avoir pu suivre cette action de si près. Elle n'arrête pas de m'étonner cette chère petite !
4/4 disgorged pellet
With a violent head stroke, she expels the pellet. What an incredible chance to have been able to follow this action so closely. She keeps surprising me this dear little one!
Tiny Confederate violets make their annual late-winter debut.
DeKalb County (Winnona Park), Georgia, USA.
15 March 2025.
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📷 Photographer's notes.
☞ Viola sororia f. priceana is a variant of the common blue violet (Viola sororia), both native to eastern North America. The former is called a Confederate violet due to its colors reminiscent of a Confederate Civil War uniform, i.e., blue and gray.
☞ This is a closeup. The wildflowers were only one centimeter in diameter; they appear much larger in the image than they did in 'real' life.
☞ See the more abundant purple-hued violet variant: here. The two violet types often grow in propinquity.
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👎 Rejection.
On 22 March 2025, a moderator for the Flickr group "GEORGIA, THE PEACH STATE" rejected this photo for NOT displaying "scenic beauty of the State of Georgia, USA." It's difficult to fathom a rationale for the rejection...and none was provided.
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Teilhard says we can further God’s project not only by our activities but also by how we deal with daily passivities of diminishment as well as those endured while suffering and dying. What does Jesus do with the energy he spends in suffering physical pain, emotional rejection, and spiritual pain? What is its purpose? Is it purely a waste? Can the energy spent enduring these things be used to benefit the growth of the kingdom of God? Teilhard answers yes.1 That is what Jesus teaches us on the cross. The energy being spent in enduring passivities, just as the energy being spent in performing activities, may be directed to energize God’s project by one’s intention. In the kingdom, no energy need be wasted. Even the energy endured in unwelcome passivities may be directed to contribute to God’s project. Teilhard sees Jesus doing precisely this. God’s will is always to promote the growth of the kingdom. Jesus’s prayer is, “Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on Earth….” This is the meaning of all martyrdom. One willingly undergoes martyrdom to help the growth of God’s kingdom, not merely to save one’s soul. In Teilhard’s terminology, one acts and does good deeds to help accomplish God’s work on Earth by one’s activities of growth. One transforms suffering and passivities to help accomplish God’s work on Earth by one’s activities of growth. One dies—a passivity—to help accomplish God’s work on Earth by turning it into an activity of growth.
- Teilhard de Chardin on the Gospels The Message of Jesus for an Evolutionary World Louis M. Savary Foreword by Richard Rohr
From summer sunshine to beach storm in thirty minutes.
Washington Oaks Gardens State Park
Palm Coast, Florida, USA.
31 August 2025.
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👎 Rejection:
On 3 October 2025, the administrator for the Flickr group "Deserted Landscapes" rejected this photo for NOT displaying a deserted landscape. It's a landscape. It's deserted. Surely, they cannot be serious.
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Photo prise dans le Marais Breton.
Il s'est laissé photographier longuement alors que je n'étais même pas cachée et à seulement 6m de lui. Je me demande donc si ce n'est pas le même que l'année dernière que j'avais vu au même endroit 🤔
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Photo taken in the Breton Marsh (France).
He let himself be photographed for a long time while I wasn’t even hidden at 6m in front of him. So, I wonder if it’s not the same obliging individual that I saw last year on the same post 🤔
A beautiful building built at the turn of the century, in Castle Road, Southsea. At the moment it has a hairdresser's, but I remember it as an antique shop. I actually had an interview for a job there a few years ago, as an administrator for two architects - sadly I didn't get the job, but I had the nicest rejection letter from them!
Galileo Galilei was an important Italian scientist, physicist, mathematician, astronomer and philosopher. His scientific contribution started a new era in the history of astronomy, he was the first astronomer to access new knowledge using the telescope. He defended the concept that the Earth was not the center of the universe.
Galileo Galilei was born in Pisa, Italy, on February 15, 1564, son of Vincenzo Galilei and Julia Ammannati. His parents noticed Galilei's great intelligence and special aptitudes from an early age. The boy showed an interest in the arts and performed excellent paintings, demonstrating manual skill and creativity to manufacture toys and contraptions. He played the organ and zither with aplomb. Thus, Galilei excelled in studies at the Sunday school in Vallombrosa and planned to enter the monastery, but his father did not agree with the idea and enrolled him to study medicine at the University of Pisa. Two years after joining, he dropped out of the course and went to dedicate himself to the study of mathematics. The move did not please his father, and Galilei ended up dropping out of the University in 1585. He did not complete any degrees, but in the same year he went to Florence and began giving private lessons to support himself. He stood out for his research in geometry and continued with his mathematical studies.
It was at this time that he invented the hydrostatic balance, a mechanism that would be published in a detailed treatise in the year 1644. In 1589, in recognition of his scientific contributions and brilliant reasoning, he was appointed to the chair of mathematics at the University of Pisa. He was not welcomed by teachers, as he was only 25 years old, had incomplete academic training and publicly discredited Aristotle's established theories. In 1590 Galilei published a treatise on the motion of bodies. In 1591 he was removed from the professorship, after succumbing to intrigues and disputes with Aristotle's supporters. In 1592 he was appointed by the Senate of Venice to teach mathematics at the University of Padua, a position he would hold for 18 years. In 1609 he built a telescope based on the one previously invented by Hans Lippershey in Holland. Galilei made meticulous observations of the sky and incredible discoveries: he located the four largest moons of Jupiter and the mountains and craters on the Moon's surface. And when he detected spots present on the Sun's surface, the discovery helped to prove his theory that the star rotated on an axis. He investigated Saturn and observed what appeared to be two fixed moons, which were the edges of Saturn's ring system, but Galilei's telescope was not accurate enough to determine exactly what those points were.
His findings were collected and published in March 1610 in the book “The Messenger of the Stars”. The work was acclaimed and also generated much controversy, as Galilei publicly defended Nicolaus Copernicus' theory that the Sun was the center of our Solar System, not the Earth. At that time, the Catholic Church fully controlled science and held the opposite view, that the center was the Earth.
In 1616 Galilei was cornered by the authorities of the Inquisition and threatened with the death penalty if he did not publicly deny the scientific truths he had proved. He was expressly prohibited from teaching and propagating ideas that were contrary to the position of the Church. Even so, in 1632 he published the "Dialogue Concerning the Two Greatest Systems of the Universe", causing the Church's total rejection and intolerance. Prevented from continuing with his research and theories, the scientist retired to his castle located in Arcetri, a village near Florence, where he dedicated himself to pursuing his experiments alone.
Galileo Galilei died on January 8, 1642 in Arcetri, Italy. He was almost blinded by the observation of sunspots done without adequate protection for decades. Three hundred and fifty years later, through Pope John Paul II, on October 31, 1992, the Catholic Church formally recognized the legitimacy of Galilei's theories.
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Walk To Life
Lifeless, motionless.
Void of sound and sensation.
Numb to the very touch of life.
The sky dark, my mind blank.
Hunting for the next breath,
Struggling to survive.
Eyes clenched tight,
Sealed by tenacious tears.
My mind stops floating,
and lays still in the shadows,
Waiting, healing, replenishing.
It was not the world that was lifeless,
But my heart, destroyed,
By a lifetime of torment,
Rejection, arrows laced with affliction,
Open, wounded, exposed.
I hear the wind, singing,
It's tune of rustling leaves,
of creaking branches.
I feel, I hear, I taste.
I rise up, I move, I breathe.
My lungs filled with,
the essence of the earth
My mind strong.
I am who I am, because I am
Not because I was or will be.
Not dictated to, without anguish,
Without void, only the scars,
As reminders, as tools
To walk from death
I'll walk to life.
No-one should be made to feel isolated, rejected, afraid, or persecuted simply because of their colour......nor for their religion, birthplace, gender, sexual orientation, or disabilities. We must keep compassion in our heart and an open mind while standing strong against those who'd senselessly have us act otherwise.
Like so many of us, I am truly sickened by what has unfolded in the past few days in the US and with that insidious bigoted nightmare they call President.
I was going to save this image to post on Nov. 11th, Remembrance Day. Somehow it seems quite fitting to share it now.
Continuing on from the last picture, I met up with Sam and set up on the west end of P Dale to get the westbounds in golden hour.
Well, thanks to that Arbor load parked on the right there, they ran both directions on the other main. Because of that, this is the only shot I ended up getting, and a bit too early for the good light, as they lined more eastbounds into the yard and the next westbound didn't get out until dark.
To make up for the lost time, however, I did fill out a job application. Lord knows I've gotten countless rejections since graduating last spring, but I haven't filled out an application while out railfanning. I also held Sam hostage until I finished the application, and he hadn't helped with the others, so maybe the combination of those two things will bring me good luck.
BNSF SD70ACe 8414 leads a coal empty westbound on the Ravenna Subdivision outside Pleasant Dale, Nebraska, October 18, 2022.
Where is your home, vagabond?
Endlessly lost from dusk till dawn
Orphan before you were ever young
By crawl lights lead you on and on
Breathing in worlds that you don't belong
You pass people and faces you don't recognize
Like past feelings and places you once brought to life
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iiiiit´s sneaky shot time again without all the fancy stuff, lights and sparkle :D this time one of my cutest friend ever he is so adorable that i wanna pet him the whole day ୧☉□☉୨
and beautiful..... i wish others could see him like i do...unfortunately, he often encounters incomprehension and rejection（；へ：）but i had to take this shot while roleplaying with him ...it was just perfect in my eyes to show how beautiful he is ..sorry cupcake <3
A gnarly 'bonzai' guards the ascent to the summit.
DeKalb County (Stonecrest), Georgia, USA.
4 October 2024.
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👎 Rejection.
On 8 December 2024, an administrator for the Flickr group "Flickr's Finest Fotos" [sic] rejected this photo for NOT evincing merit: "I am not going to individually justify decisions beyond that the images did not meet the requirements of the group." Condescending flummery.
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The title is a new macro technique I am considering patenting.
If you leave your macro lens at home (like I did) and all you have is a telephoto, do this:
Ask a passer-by if you could lean the camera on his/her shoulder to alleviate camera shake when trying to focus on a pea-sized plant at 300 yards.
After about eight rejections, a couple of chases, one or two screams of "help, police" and a black eye, the ninth usually agrees.
Then crop the result to hell.
Patent applied for. Dublin April 2010
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The flowers featured above in this post is [Bad Unicorn] Fighting Flowers! Tis the season to flirt and show love. But just incase of a little rejection whack them with the flowers! This is a fun item for rp or just a playful banter between friends.
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Head Credits:
Head:LeLUTKA Skyler Head 3.1
Glasses: CHRNO WIN25 glasses mix [ deluxe pack ] @ manhood
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Body Credits:
Body: [LEGACY] Meshbody (m) Special Edition (1.6)
Shirt: AMNESIA – Carlos Shirt – FATPACK @ manhood
Weapon: [Bad Unicorn] Fighting Flowers
Pants: Bartimeu – Adriel Suit [FULLPACK]
Shoes: : CULT : Darren Fatpack @ manhood
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Pose: B(u)Y Me : Redd . Mp (BOX//WEAR) @ manhood
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