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Jesus said in the gospels, "You can't put new wine in old wineskins". He was saying you can't go to a new level with an old way of thinking. For something new to happen, something has to resonate on the inside; your spirit man has to come into agreement with God and believe what the scriptures say. Psalm 115 says, "The Lord your God will increase you more and more."
In fact, Jesus said He came that we might have life to the full, in abundance, 'till it overflows. That means you're headed to three places; to a full life, an abundant life, an overflowing life. What type of container do you have ready to receive that overflowing life? If it's a little cup, it's time to get rid of that! You might think a barrel is big, but get rid of that, too! God has a barn load full of blessings in store for each one of you.
It's time to give God permission to increase you. God says that you are going to be most blessed. You're going to have the most peace, the most friends, the must fulfillment, the most resources, the most wisdom, and the most opportunity. Most blessed means you will not lack in any area. You may not have seen it yet, but if you'll stay in faith and make room, God says you're going to be the most blessed!
“I return to problems i can't solve, not because i am an idiot, but because the real problems can't be solved. The universe is expanding. The more we see, the more we discover there is to see. Always a new beginning, a different end.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles.
A couple of images that I made which explore “the Seeker” archetype, one that resonates deeply for me, as I feel most alive when my mind is on fire with the wonder of discovery.
in the quiet echo of the arched passageways, two figures wander, lost or maybe found in a moment that entwines them with the shadows and stone. their steps, light and almost hesitant, trace the lines of a story laid down by centuries. it’s a simple tale of now meeting then, their pale forms a stark contrast to the deep, enduring walls built long before their whispered words filled these chambers. this scene, a fleeting capture of life’s quiet embraces, resonates with the timelessness of human connections, drawing us into the frame, asking us to listen, to dwell a moment longer in the dance of light and darkness.
Following on from a recent image looking towards the towering spectacle of the Shard, I thought it might be fun to come back to the view from the top of the Shard, this time looking east beyond Tower Bridge and towards the Docklands. Having used my annual pass to photograph sunsets and evenings in every other direction from the Shard's viewing gallery, this was the final view I wanted to capture, and in some ways the one that resonated the most with me, as the route from Tower Bridge, both north of the Thames towards Canary Wharf and south of the river towards Rotherhithe, is the one that sparked my interest in photographing cityscapes.
As with another recent capture from the top of the Shard, this was taken with my camera perched precariously on top of my satchel, adhering to the building's no-tripod policy while allowing me to extend the shooting time and shutter speed. My aim with this image was to capture a hint of the dusk light striking the buildings as the sun went down, as well as the vibrant lights across the city during blue hour and into the early evening. Nine bracketed exposures were captured in short succession a few minutes after the sun had gone down, with an additional nine about half an hour later. Tower Bridge is conspicuously derelict while it's closed for maintenance works, but one of London's City Cruisers sped beneath the bridge while I was capturing my second batch of exposures, and it seemed to add a nice sense of momentum to the final image, guiding the eye along the sinuous path of the Thames and towards the Docklands in the distance.
The two batches of exposures were separately blended in Photoshop using luminosity masks, then selectively merged using a combination of Lighten, Soft Light and Overlay blend modes. This allowed me to preserve the brightest and cleanest possible finish in the shadows between the buildings, as well as providing a high level of control over the intensity of the city lights. This was beneficial for toning down the highlights in two particular areas of the image: the busy A1203 road north of St Katharine Docks, where the longer exposures were producing light trails, and the lights at the tip of the Canary Wharf skyscrapers.
Colour-grading was fairly straightforward: using Apply Image to target and mask separate portions of the image, I used Colour Balance, Curves and Hue/Saturation adjustment layers, as well as two low-opacity Colour Lookups set to Soft Light -- Night from Day, and Futuristic Bleak -- to enhance the chilly futuristic ambience. After this, I used Silver Efex Pro to selectively lower the midtone and shadow structure within the Thames -- smoothing out its texture -- and a sparing amount of the Pro Contrast filter in Colour Efex Pro to add some definition to the image.
The final adjustments were to bring out the intricate detail within the cityscape. The D800 does a remarkable job of capturing every nuance, even through the Shard's glass windows, but I added a minimal amount of Colour Efex Pro's Detail Extractor to the buildings, as well as adjusting the tone and radius of the Shadow detail using a Highlights/Shadows adjustment in Photoshop. The final result hopefully brings to life the spectacular view from the top of the Shard, but it was also a fun image to shoot and edit considering how many of the buildings in this view I've photographed from a ground-level view.
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Everything vibrates in frequiencies. Everything is constantly in motion, vibrating. Even objects that appear to be stationary are in fact vibrating, resonating, at various frequencies. This means everything creates energy. And all this energy unites, makes us one with everything. That’s why I am you and you are me!
Akustikgitarren sind Gitarren, bei denen der Ton rein mechanisch und nicht elektrisch verstärkt wird. Der Ton wird erzeugt, indem die Saitenschwingungen in Töne umgewandelt werden, die der Resonanzkörper des Instruments (Korpus) verstärkt.
Acoustic guitars are guitars in which the sound is amplified purely mechanically, not electrically. The sound is produced by converting the vibrations of the strings into tones, which are then amplified by the instrument's resonating body (body).
Resonating the natural frequencies.
Olympus om1n, 28mm Zuiko, Y2-filter
Tri-x 400 pushed 800 Rodinal
Ravi Shankar - Raga Manj Khamaj - The Woodstock Festival 1969 youtu.be/YoS9-LGw6lI
A beautiful golden glow resonates from the Surfers Paradise skyline just after the lights come on.
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Excerpt from www.teamlab.art/ew/resonating_microcosms_mossgarden_plane...:
Moss Garden of Resonating Microcosms - Solidified Light Color, Dusk to Dawn
Ovoids that change appearance with the sunrise and sunset are laid out in the moss garden.
With sunrise, the ovoids begin to reflect the world around them. When pushed down by a person or blown by the wind, the ovoid falls back and then rises, releasing a resonating tone. The ovoids around it also respond one after another, continuing to resonate with the same tone.
As the sun sets, the ovoids shine by themselves. When an ovoid is pushed by a person or blown by the wind, it shines brightly and emits a sound tone, as it rights itself. The ovoids around it also respond one after another, emitting the same light color and sound tone that continues to resonate out.
The space of the work is interactively transformed under the influence of the wind, rain, and the behavior of the people in the space, making the environment and the people a part of the work. When the wind is quiet and people are still, the ovoids begin to flicker slowly.
teamLab is experimenting with the concept of color. The ovoids can change into a total of 61 newly-defined Solidified Light Colors.
It is said that mosses were the first terrestrial organisms to appear in a world of rocks and sand, where there was no life on land yet. As mosses and ferns appeared and forests were created, a variety of animals became able to live on land.
Since water inside cells is essential for living things, if the body lacks water, it will die. Mosses, on the other hand, are poikilohydric, meaning the water content in the cells change according to surrounding humidity levels. So moss will not die during long dry periods, and they come back to life when given water. Because mosses are poikilohydric, their color and shape change dramatically when the air is dry versus when it is wet, such as when there is rain or fog.
Tardigrades, which live in moss, also go into a non-metabolic state of dormancy when the surrounding environment becomes dry, but they revive and become active when there is water. The state that tardigrades enter, when they are neither living nor dead, is called cryptobiosis. This may cause us to consider what it means to be alive.
Just playing, no pun intended. This is a photo of the filter end of my RF 100mm Macro lens detached from my camera. Its aperture blades are open partially. Then I made a composite using a photo of my guitar
Shot at 3x magnification with MP-E65
This photo is from a recent trip up north.
It resonates with something I felt yesterday while listening to a heartbreaking interview between Patrick Bet-David* and a young courageous woman named Yeonmi Park. They were discussing her dangerous escape from North Korea with her mother in 2007 as outlined in her book “In Order to Live”.
Not only did she escape North Korea but was then trafficked into slavery in China. Living in trauma for years, she explains that she felt numb most of the time because when you are starving and have no freedom to think for yourself, you do not even know what range of emotions are possible. From the time she was a baby, everything from her favorite color to her style of dress to what she was allowed to think and say was dictated to her. Disobedience meant incarceration or death. She did not risk her life in order to be free but to avoid starvation and later she left China to escape her life of slavery.
What particularly struck me was her remarkable response when Patrick asked her about how it felt when she finally did have a taste of freedom, was she in shock and when did that moment of recognition happen for her? In China? In South Korea or America?
I wrote down her response because the words shook me right down to the core of my Being:
“…being free wasn’t easy at all. It was so painful. At one point I thought if someone is not going to kill me and give me enough food in North Korea… just giving me frozen potatoes and no one will hurt me, I would go back to a place where everything was decided for me…because you know understanding freedom was a responsibility, was scary right?! If I choose to become, let’s say a dancer, I have to be responsible for that choice for the rest of my life. That was an insanely scary idea. I had to choose. Being free is not easy.”
I sat dumbfounded when I heard her words. Wow! I saw Patrick’s eyes open wide as he was deeply struck by how profound her words were. He had lived in a refugee camp in Germany for a few years after his family fled from Iran when he was a teenager. Even he seemed deeply moved and immediately acknowledged the depth of this insight and paused to really take it in.
Her words jarred me back to something I had heard before. Many prisoners, who were liberated from the Bastille during the French Revolution, came back within a few days. Why did they return? Did they feel the same way? Were they completely overwhelmed by freedom and consequence of choices? Why is this affecting me so deeply right now?
Today this powerful young woman’s pain has challenged me to celebrate my relentless journey of seeking value and meaning through art, poetry, singing and photography. That to live beyond the numbness of a mind on auto-pilot, to be open to feel a broad range of profound human emotions navigating the abundance of life is a noble pursuit in a society where we are able to express freely from the heart. I feel a sudden wave of gratitude pass through me.
I go back to the photograph. I stand again on that dock facing the opposite shore. It represents the next moment . The ladder welcomes me to enter the water. I carry all of my thoughts, habits, emotions and memories with me. Will this be enough to embrace the other side with courageous possibility thinking? Do I know enough about myself, my strengths and vulnerabilities to forge ahead and create something better than ever was before? Will I carry the weight of my freedom with responsibility? Will I exercise the enormous priviledge of shaping my limitless imagination to design the world I really want to live in or will a part of me simply seek refuge in old patterns of thinking and recreate the comfort of the familiar even if it feels empty or painful?
This question pulsates through the whole world right now.
*If you would like to see the whole interview with Yeonmi, Patrick’s show is called “Valuetainment”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=za34H-dT8I0
…or if you would just like to listen for context to the quote …41:59 to 44:14 is such a powerful bit to watch.
** The image quote is from Toni Morrison from the book "Beloved"
Two questions resonated in my mind. 1. With the impending weather, would the boats be running tomorrow to pick us up? 2. Would our food drop still be there or would my lazy stashing of the food drop result in it being annihilated by Kea! Only time would tell, but with a long walk like this there's plenty of time for surmising.
So after stopping to pack up camp we were back at it again. More rocks. More walking. We were hoping to get out of the valley before sun down and the race was on.
The lead alternated occasionally but for the most part I found myself at the back as a result of my photo habits. It was nice just to follow someone else and not have to think about every step I was taking and whether it was the quickest and or easiest route.
One of my favorite things is watching while you play. Bent low over the keys, you make them sing. And your song resonates in my ears long after the music fades. I could listen for hours, and have.
Now you are gone, but it would be a shame for such a beautiful instrument to stand silent for so long.
So I'm learning.
Perhaps when you come back I'll play you a song.
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Please listen to Brian Crain's Song for Sienna.
The chromatic saturation of photos taken in the tropics can be exceptional. This shot is an example. The intense cobalt blue of the bird's wings resonates nicely with the greens of the background and the bright pinks on the flowers.
► ▓░█ THE SOLEMN PRAYER of the Great Entrance resonates in the magnificent nave of this 115-year old church nearby the docks of Antwerpen/Anvers, the largest Belgian sea and river port. This Roman Catholic cathedral sets the stage for the 1,6 millennia old authentic St.John Chrysostom's liturgy done by a local orthodox community. The shift of occupants occured due to extreme shrinking of the original RC membership who let the SOC use the premises.
The Great Entrance is the larger of the two processions in the liturgical life of the ancient Church. For a bystander perhaps the most impressive part, as the other exhibit less physical motion than this one. It takes place at a point during the first half of Divine Liturgy when the bread and wine to be offered are carried from the Table of oblation, located at the north side of the sanctuary (sometimes occupying its own apse), out the North Door and back through the Holy Doors to be placed on the altar. This entrance interrupts the Cherubic Hymn and when paused in the middle of the nave all who serve in the altar line up in a row facing west (to the lay people). This is accompanied by a series of intercessions formulated according to the customs of the jurisdiction. The procession then returns to the altar through the Holy Doors while the choir resumes the Cherubic Hymn, now in a much livelier tempo.
Here in the middle, raising the Cross in his hand is the guest priest Krsto Stanišić, head of Utrecht parish of S.O.C. To the right is the archpriest Milan Živanović singing out the prayer while holding the chalice. He is in charge of the local community now settled in this church, which goes by the name of great-martyr George, Victory-bearer and Wonderworker. He is also appointed by the bishop as the overseer of all the Benelux parishes. Fr.Milan is privately a fervent enthusiast of the modern-day church history, husband and father of two lovely kids.
❖ Developed from raw and edited in Affinity Photo 2.4 The lighting in this like in most other churches is tricky, weak with a mix of different cold and warm types, a challenge to set the WB for, and putting especially the micro-four-thirds gear to test. My BIG FAIL here was to have 'cut' the cross in fr.Krsto's hand, as when you handheld the camera in low light you kind of nest it firmly in a position and this move of the priest was very quick and short-lived.
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Resonating came to mind as I saw this in bloom Yesterday, even though it is closed now the aroma is intoxicating,
never seen any other flower do that, most of us don't know that because its difficult to bend over:-)
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The music enveloped her like a heartfelt love note, each note resonating deeply with her soul. As she listened, the melodies seemed to soothe her body, while her mind wandered to cherished memories, filling her with warmth and nostalgia.
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“Our hearts resonate at the same frequency as the earth and the universe. Therefore, we are all valuable instruments in the orchestration of the world and its harmony. We must always be aware of the vibrations we emit individually and collectively. Always be in command of your music. Only you can control and shape its tone. If life throws you a few bad notes or vibrations, don't let them interrupt or alter your song.”
― Suzy Kassem
So this is one of the art installations that they have exhibit on the dragonfly lake in Gardens by The Bay. It is called the "Autonomous Resonating Life on the Water and Resonating Trees – Dragonfly Lake”. And the light can change when the installations (that looks like egg) are pushed. In addition, they also produce such a relaxing sound that will make you want to stay longer here.
The look of that EMD in long hood forward, roaring up the grade with its engine sounds resonating through the tunnels is unbeatable. Ex-UBL, now GY homed WDP-4B 40008 exits the beautiful double tunnel section near Dudhsagar waterfalls pulling the Hyderabad/Tirupati weekly express from Vasco-da-Gama.
(Opening stanza from William Blake's poem Auguries of Innocence, which is particularly resonating with me after watching the absolutely superb Twin Peaks series 3, and seemed appropriate for the photo (rosebay willowherb seeds on a moss and lichen-covered tree trunk)).
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
The colors of the Agave plant resonate with a lovely spectrum of blues, greens, purples, silvers and yellows. The cool glow of their leaves balances the scene of hot desert climates they thrive within. But be leery of the sharp needles at the ends of their fronds; they act as a reminder to their hardiness in this rough environment.