PERSONAL BEST - Preserving Meaningful Moments
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In the darkest place
What was once named consciousness
I'm a miniature
I'm a sketch forfeiting outlines
Irrelevant entity to sanity
A hive for nonsense
For multiple selves
Resonating, but never compromising
There are 334 large inflated egg-shaped lights floating on the Dragonfly Lake at Gardens by the Bay. When people touch the oval structures perched on the lake's boardwalk, the lights change colours and each egg emits a musical note depending on the colour it's depicting. The floating eggs - a work entitled Autonomous Resonating Life on the Water and Resonating Trees - is one of seven interactive exhibits at Gardens by the Bay. 32080
A rare scene of stillness in the Magallanes y la Antartica, Chilena Region of Chile. Patagonia is known for it's majestic splendor but definitely not it's moments of silence and stillness. Even in this silence I felt the chaos radiating from the rising sun and colliding with the earth and misty fluctuating clouds high in the sky. A crooked staff lay prone in the water beckoning me to cast spells, so I decided to use it's shape to embrace the scene. I sort of felt like a sorcerer casting a spell of reflection and stillness this day. It was a quiet moment.
Summer Recollections from the Garland of life on an Autumn evening with a wistful yearning ...
Crepuscular Charm gently resonated echoes as daylight faded in an alley in Folegandros.Lush growth of branches cast shades ; tangled shadows were dancing on the stage of a white wall and in the distance a wavering blaze of light was flaring in the silence of the empty alley ...
Now,all is a memory page in the book of life ; each page retains its trove of recollections,as I'm leafing through,there they stand,ranging like figures from a dream,never forgotten ...
Crepuscular spell and faint sparks in Folegandros,in an alley in Hora,and a story from the harp of memory's strings,as wild,forceful winds are battering the Greek islands now ...
Inside the Castle of Chora ...
Just to say Good Evening my Flickr friends & thank you for all your visits & pink ☆s ♥ ♥
On this day in April 2005 I walked around Sydney taking photos of reflections, this is one that resonates with me even today. It's the reflections in 8 panels of glass at the National Maritime Museum. Disclaimer, I airbrushed myself out of the photo back in 2005.
A page from Lake's book:
When new music comes out, I typically let the songs settle in; I listen to them a few times, then I might push them to the side and come back later to listen again. That's exactly what I did with the new song from Måneskin's front man, Damiano David. However, after my first listen, I could not push it aside, and I just kept replaying it instead. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm totally head over heels with Damiano David, and I have no shame in embarrassing myself with my over-the-top fangirling behavior. Ha!
The lyrics make perfect sense for me for where I am in my life. They resonate so strongly. Once you find your peace, your whole life takes on a different meaning, even direction. I now know and live the true meaning of "as your circle gets smaller, your vision gets clearer."
A lot of changes are happening in my life right now, and I welcome them with open arms. The packing boxes... not so much! Ha! Yes! I'm in the middle of a move in RL. I'm so excited! A new chapter in my life has begun!
So on these words, I wish you all an incredible weekend.
Find your peace.
Voli sempre più in alto, anche da solo.
Personally, I’m more biased towards the ‘69-70 Chargers, but the ‘71-72 models resonates with me just as much. I remember seeing these when I was little (these were manufactured before my time), and I was always infatuated with the muscle cars of the 60s and 70s, and the stories that owners of these vehicles have to tell are mesmerizing to say the very least. I was also more biased towards Plymouth in my younger days (my first two cars were from Plymouth), but the legacy the Charger has remains indescribable, at least to me. Again, I don’t know why, but these particular Chargers were just as drawn to me as their predecessors.
′′ True holiness is not to strive to live without the creatures. It consists of using the things of this world to accomplish the will of God. It consists of using God's creation in such a way that everything we touch, see, use and love gives God new glory. Being holy means passing through the world harvesting fruit for the sky, from each tree, and collecting the glory of God in each field.
The Holy One is the one who is in touch with God in every way possible and in every direction possible. He is united with God in the depths of his own being. See and touch God in everything and everyone who encircles Him. Everywhere you go, the world sounds and resonates (albeit silently) with the deep and pure harmonies of God's glory."
-Thomas Merton, ′′ Time and Liturgy ", Voices 1968, p. 140.
A TRUE WITCH AND GODDESS KNOWS THAT, THOSE THAT ARE AGAINST YOU, ARE THE ONES THAT BELIEVE IN YOUR POWER THE MOST.
LET THAT RESONATE
BLESSED BE
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“SOFT CORE” — A Black & White Photography Exhibition by Nara Ghost
The Gild Gallery · May 9th at 1 PM SLT
On May 9th at 1 PM SLT, The Gild Gallery opens its doors to SOFT CORE, a black and white photography exhibition by the elusive Nara Ghost. Guests are invited to attend in black and white attire, reflecting the minimalist elegance of the artist’s vision.
In the delicate interplay of light and shadow, stories unfold without words.
Known for curating work that invites emotion and contemplation, The Gild Gallery presents a collection that feels both intimate and enigmatic.
SOFT CORE offers a quiet invitation into moments suspended between clarity and obscurity - images that hold space for reflection, suggestion, and the subtle power of what remains unsaid.
Each photograph captures something fleeting: the trace of a thought, a passing feeling, a half-remembered dream. With a mysterious lens and a sensitivity to tone and form, Nara draws the viewer into a world that resists definition yet resonates with quiet familiarity.
The Gild becomes, for this exhibition, a space not for answers, but for atmosphere - for sensing rather than knowing.
Step softly. The mystery isn’t here to be solved - it’s here to be felt
LM: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Nitida/227/93/2503
Gonje Anton, I am deeply honored by your gracious invitation to exhibit my work in your gallery, and profoundly moved by the sincere appreciation you so evidently hold for my art - an affirmation that echoes beyond words
Long long ago there lived an Indian girl by the name Adsila in the Navajo land. She had long beautiful shiny black hair. Adsila was kind and gentle. She taught the children to fish, fed the old and helped everyone in the little village in whatever way she could. She loved her village very much.
One year it rained for twenty one days, the huts were destroyed the crops were ruined. One by one slowly the villagers moved far away to other parts of the Navajo land looking for food and work. Adsila did not want to leave the land her forefathers lived in. She moved into a cave and hoped the villagers would someday come back.
Adisila would gaze at the stars night after night and wonder if there was someone out there in the world for her. She longed for a family of her own. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and months turned to years. Her hopes were slowly starting to fade away. The villagers did not come back nor did anyone come looking for her. Every day she died a little inside. She hardly left her cave anymore. She was lost in her own thoughts.
A young boy who Adisila had taught to fish had vague memories of her. He was now in his early twenties. He decided to go see what had happened to the village that his parents left behind years ago. He traveled for many many days on a horse back and finally reached his destination. He went to the cave looking for Adsila. Calling her name out loud, Adisila! Adisila!
His voice echoed though the walls of the cavee, when his voice stopped resonating there was nothing but dead silence. He kept going deeper and deeper in to the cave and finally In the middle of the cave, there stood Adisila, or rather what was left of her. Her hair flying back in the air, cold and still. Years and years of waiting her hopes and dreams fading away Adislia had turned into a rock.
Hope you like my story of the lady with flying hair.
Location: Lower Antelope Canyon
moment factory’s ‘resonate’, part of the illuminate adelaide festival, adelaide botanic gardens, south australia
James' songs have been resonating in my head and heart since more than 30 years, and have been an essential part of the soundtrack of my life. Thank you very much for all. This is my CD collection, so far, with their albums, compilations, singles, boxsets and some of their solo projects. wearejames.com
"Say something, say something, anything
I've shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind..."
The classic video: youtu.be/50dZQkrqxAk?si=bAM5RHHAP1OM_nkC
The classic live performance: youtu.be/1qSv86Jo7MI?si=gXknL_2LIFuy4P6M
A contemporary version: youtu.be/QaTzdZgWnk4?si=DXSYzicFvtItMpbn
The Live at the Acropolis version: youtu.be/ttS5FDNW_2Y?si=wCg6VNvuDBSIIn2D
as often as possible, lose yourself in contemplation.
it works better, i think, if you can do that outside so the layers are peeled back and the real stuff can get in easier.
Images taken from a set. See it here
or check out the individual images:
1. TenebrophilicEnigmatitis_17, 2. Self_12, 3. Sidelong1_24, 4. StrangeAttractor1_14, 5. Null_18, 6. Null_20, 7. OuttaHere_04, 8. WayOuttaHere_03, 9. Unravelled_01, 10. FabricOfReality2_23, 11. Field_10, 12. Field_21, 13. Nicht_03
Website www.vulturelabs.photography
All plans are set for my next B&W fine art photography workshop, it will take place in London on the 3rd and 4th of October, and 10th and 11th of October, If you would like to attend please send me an Email for more details. Places are going to be very limited. vulturelabs@gmail.com
Also if you want to attend a long exposure workshop in Iceland during September, please drop me an email, places are extremely limited.
Finally, post processing workshops will be available from August, learn Lightroom CC, Photoshop CC, DXO Optics Pro 10, Silver Efex Pro 2
Photo Info
Sony A7R II
Ziess Otus 55mm f1.4
This deaf person’s business resonated with & inspired me❣️... 🎶👏🎶 ... I bought three different pins a few years ago. I still love them‼️ IMG_6023 etc
a quiet moment with jean remy von matt at the keys – a portrait of a man who’s achieved legendary success in advertising, but who’s always had the heart and mind of an artist. jean remy changed the world of commercials with work that resonates across generations. here, he’s in his element, lost in the music, capturing that spark that’s driven him not only in business but in his creative pursuits. few people bridge the gap between commerce and true art the way he does.
Excerpt from www.facebook.com/HeritageMississauga/videos/the-dance/183...:
An incredible joy to attend the unveiling of the phenomenal tree carving "The Dance" which features the beautiful figure of "Spirit" as she dances for the Indigenous children, dances for the Indigenous communities, and dances for healing.
You can find her and the beautiful children that stand before her and cast their adoring gaze at her, at the corner of Hurontario and Lakeshore in Port Credit.
This is the first installation of the Aboriginal Arts Walk and a great collaboration with Ward One (Wonderful) Councillor Stephen Dasko, Mary Simpson, Deb Greenfield, Frank Giannone, The Mississaugas of the New Credit, Heritage Mississauga, the City of Mississauga, and the Eagle Spirits of the Great Waters.
The incredibly talented artists and carvers are Sid (Sawmill Sid) Gendron and Richard Posa who expressed a great connection with the earth, the tree, and the need for establishing connection and healing.
Sid indicated at the ceremony that "She called to me and said she wanted to dance. Her first dance will be for the children."
A truly beautiful addition to Mississauga and one that will resonate the message of truth, reconciliation, healing, and dancing.
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
The beauty of cello music lies in its voice—rich, human, and soul-stirring. It’s said the cello sounds closest to the human voice, and that’s exactly why it resonates so deeply. It can whisper like a lover in your ear or cry out with heartbreak, sweeping you up in its emotion without a single word.
There’s a warm gravity to the cello—its low, sonorous tones feel like the embrace of something ancient and tender, while its higher notes can dance with lightness and grace. Whether it’s playing a solo, a passionate duet, or with a full orchestral swell, the cello doesn’t play music—it speaks it, in a language that bypasses the brain and goes straight to the heart.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bec-8vaKvA
Camille Thomas – Donizetti: L'elisir d'amore: Una furtiva lagrima