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As a Londoner the process of making photos a bit looks like this:
Step 1. The sun is out finally!
Step 2. Checking weather forecast.
Step 3. It won't rain in the next 2 hours.
Step 4. Let's go out!!
(Optional items: brolly: check, winter jacket: check, warm waterproof shoes: check, sunglasses (just in case): check)
Story of my life...
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Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon coeur
D’une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l’heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure
Et je m’en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m’emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
Paul Verlaine, Poèmes saturniens
Autumn Song, By Paul Verlaine
Translation by Eli Siegel
The long sighs
Of the violins
Of autumn
Hurt my heart
With a languor
Of sameness.
All stifling
And pale, when
The hour sounds,
I remember
Days of once
And I weep.
And I let myself go
With the evil wind
Which carries me
Here, beyond,
Like the leaf
Which has died.
"For Christmas is tradition time—
Traditions that recall
The precious memories down the years,
The sameness of them all." Helen Lowrie Marshall.
"May this coming Christmas give you the opportunity to pause and reflect on the important things around you." Love and peace to all, Alex.
Christmas tree from Los Angeles Farmer's Market. California.
about the facts of nature and left out the mystery. Now, however hard-headed a man may be, he cannot stand too many facts; it is easy to get a surfeit of realities, and he wants a little mystification as a relief... :-)
Henry Peach Robinson
HMM! Kindness Matters!
hybrid magnolia, 'Green Mist', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
The saturated blazes of September and October give way to the dullness and bleakness of November and the city takes on a hard, less welcoming nature. It's easier to feel more isolated and alone in the dull greys and browns of the second last month of the year. The light is weak, wan even, failing to warm, and illuminating with barely half of its Summertime intensity. The Sun itself barely seems to summon the energy to climb very high in the sky, merely arcing up just enough to create a perfunctory day.
As wont as it is to sadness and to resignation, November has it's own charms. These are more inward, more reflective. And in the midst of January's brutal severity, we forget to remember that for all her drab, dull, dim sameness, November would be quite welcome instead.
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SAPA poses set #158 ·
· 11 bento minimalistic animation with breath. In total you will find about 22 poses in the box (combined them in a group because of the sameness) + blinking, AO, scream, twitch
· Pose in use · 158.3.1 ·
by Nadysapa
I like emus, they don’t jump in front of your car. You are driving the second 300km stretch of dirt road for the day. Could be red bull dust or white, depending in the area. The roads are dead straight without a single bend in them, slightly corrugated in parts , occasional potholes, and no scenery either side , or behind or in front. The car has a way of speeding up without you noticing after awhile. 130kph doesn’t feel out of place on these dirt tracks. But you need to remain alert and not be lulled into a dreamlike coma of hour after hour of “Sameness”. Emus are okay , they are smart enough to generally run away from you, away from the road. Not so kangaroos, so unpredictable and 8 times out of 10 they jump across the road in front of you. Hitting them is not good for them or you, lose-lose situation. You see a plume of red dust billowing up on the horizon, it’s a rare thing, another car approaching the other way. It’s about 3km away but before you can count you are in the midst of a red dirt blanket with zero visibility so you just hold the course, you know the road is straight , you just hope there is no potholes , or kangaroos in that red blindness. Fine red dust somehow manages to get into everything in the car, despite all care you take. And all over you.
And I loved it! Every second. Nothing like being in the incredible vast emptiness of the outback for feeling how tiny us humans are.
Anyway , if you’ve bothered reading this far, this is a mob of emus on the road to Tibooburra NSW , a town of 95 people and 2 pubs. Great ratio , cheers 😉 🍻
There is an unnerving 'sameness' to these days in our self-imposed isolation and yet a strange 'comfort' to them at the same time. Covid-19 bewilders ...
Normally these support rings are completely buried in snow by now but we have had an unusually mild winter to-date with relatively little snow. February is making up for the mildness somewhat ... this last week has been more typical with temperatures at night -30 to -35C and rising in the day to -10 to -15C at its warmest.
- Winter triptych of 'Rosa's (sleeping) Garden of Earthly Delights,' Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
"So many worlds
So much to do
So little done
Such things to be" Tennessee Williams
I was searching for somewhere to practice using my dad’s old Helios lens.
I climbed through the bushes in the back garden and shot back out into the yard through the Indigofera plant. The willowy branches looked like out of focus dancers, to my eye, creating a miniature jungle world.
Just for a moment I was transported out of the tedium of sameness (Stage 4 Lockdown) to somewhere my imagination could play.
I photographed what I could see but the lens turned into something other, another little world in my own backyard.
I combined a second image throwing the flowers completely out of focus to achieve that hanging pink, grape-like bokeh.
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Chanson d’automne
Paul Verlaine
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon coeur
D’une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l’heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure
Et je m’en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m’emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
Paul Verlaine, Poèmes saturniens
Autumn Song, By Paul Verlaine
Translation by Eli Siegel
The long sighs
Of the violins
Of autumn
Hurt my heart
With a languor
Of sameness.
All stifling
And pale, when
The hour sounds,
I remember
Days of once
And I weep.
And I let myself go
With the evil wind
Which carries me
Here, beyond,
Like the leaf
Which has died.
“It's not the cold that makes you sleep yourself to death in the Arctic, it's the smooth pallor of the landscape, and the desert has that same smooth pallor, though Arabic. It's the whiteness, the sameness of everything, that makes you fall asleep out of life, parched or frozen and so so comfortable when you finally let it roll over your mind, like a rolling-pin over dough.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees
Packing up to go to Arizona tomorrow to spend a couple of weeks with my son.
He'll be working, so I may get some time on Flickr.....or may not.
Be well and have a great couple of weeks yourselves.
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Love all that blue - but it's dizzying to look at this for very long, I think. I was intrigued with the challenge of framing this in a way to create some interest in spite of the conformity throughout the row after row of sameness.
“The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it’s having the ability to recall such moments in their totality, to contemplate them like jewels. Do you understand?”
― Paul Bowles, The Spider's House: A Novel
For those of us that travel, we are often compelled to experience a place by reading a book, seeing an image or watching a film. When we arrive, it can be disappointing or enchanting. After watching the film, "Lawrence of Arabia", many times over I knew Wadi Rum was a place I had to add to my own being.
Don Lean, the director of the movie, showed the immense landscape, the sweeping vistas, and silent sameness of the desert sand. I wanted to experience some of the adventure that took one to such a desolate place and feel the quiet windswept emptiness and discover why the Bedouin still call it home.
Luckily, it became etched in my memory as a place of wonder, romance, silence, awareness and joy. The rock formation, The sight of The Seven Pillars of Wisdom, in this vast untamed desert, will be with me forever.
Des similitudes dans l'attitude, le rythme et les accessoires ?
Je n'en espérais pas tant !
Et au final, cette petite scène toute simple me plaît bien...
Les hasards de la rue...
I wasn't there. But he was there, a brilliant multiplicity of artistic expression, far ahead of his time. A phenomenon that challenged the government, human existence, the sameness, became an icon of social movements. Always overcoming limits. BTW, who is that man ?
It was difficult to understand the meaning of his acid poetry, with sharpened voice in melodic form, his antagonistic stance towards the mediocre questions spewed out by the suffocating press.
He questioned war, government corruption, selfish attitudes that have been repeated since long time, so his complex and powerful lyrics and melodies will continue to make sense. But we will continue without understanding most of what he thought. Well, I do not understand a lot of things here. And you, do you, Mister Jones?
Bob Dylan - Ballad of a Thin Man youtu.be/we37yX3zpKA?si=0S8y5Wf76khGm_sw
We commonly confuse closeness with sameness and view intimacy as the merging of two separate "I's" into one worldview.
Harriet Lerner
Two gentlemen who just graduated in law from NYU sticking it out in the sea of the of sameness at the Grand Central Terminal.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Kahlil Gibran
In a world of sameness, I'm out of place,
A stranger’s soul in a crowded space.
I walk alone where others blend,
A misfit path that has no end.
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In a rather remarkable display, I watched for about 15 minutes as a herd of identical cattle moved perfectly synchronized across a grassy field like a massive mowing machine. Rarely moving out of line and only the occasional raised head to disturb the organized dining. I've seen many a cow spread calmly and individually grazing but never any movement so quick and seemingly mechanized as this...the effect amplified by the fact of their sameness. Rather spellbinding.
Shot wide-open, contre-jour. "immovable detachment brings man into utmost sameness with God" (Unbewegelichiu abgescheidenheit bringet den menschen in die groeste glicheit mit gote; Master Eckhart, On Detachment).
They wanted to write their own stories, but they weren't quite sure how because of the sameness surrounding them, the people and the suburbs and everything that represented "home" to them. It was as though all of it was holding them back somehow, despite the encouragements they had heard all of their lives, such as, "You can go anywhere if you set your mind to it," or, "Dream big. You never know where it will take you." It was as though it was all just a ploy to capture them in their Traditional ways, as prisoners of the society they had so carefully built. They recognized this. They were smarter than this. They saw this, and they said "Screw California," and they left.
It was the best decision they had ever made.
This month's theme is "movie stills."
january 1 - january 8
love water but now we've had it. not biblically torrential but enough to screw up crops and, more important, my summer vacation. ok, so i like this image for the graphic appeal, it would make a great 1,000 piece puzzle with its endless sameness. when i left the shot and came back, i also saw the weird optical play of convex and concave with those beads of water. for a few seconds, that seemed profound. now it's back to just a windshield. have a great four day weekend, you u.s.ers.
I like the lighter tone in this shot. There's something of a discouraging sameness to my photostream due to my love of darkness.
A number of theories have been advanced to account for thr malignant effect of social isolation and sensory deprivation
The road cuts through a valley and splits a farm. The haze obscures the ridge lines, so I just cropped out the distance ones. Along either side of the road, someone has planted rows of the same tree. We like the orderliness of sameness against the backdrop of a multitude of variety. A tin roof brings the anticipation of rain and the percussive flow of raindrops bouncing off. A few minutes later, a hawk glided overhead.
* The final shot of this little series .This is a view down the imposing Rue Jeanne d’ Arc towards the Cathedral Sainte-Croix in the heart of Orleans in central France.
I have tried to give a taste of Europe in this series including shots from France, Norway, England, Spain, Italy, Macedonia,Iceland,Portugal and Croatia. I am sorry I could not include other countries but I have yet to travel to them . What I hoped to show was the variety diversity and rich history of Europe . The assertion that Europe has been turned by the EU into a monolithic super state is a lie told by people who hate the notion of countries working together .
I leave the final words to the fine British Novelist Ian McEwen who wrote a good piece in the Guardian at the beginning of February the day after we left the EU
“ Take a road trip from Greece to Sweden, from Portugal to Hungary. Leave your passport behind. What a rich, teeming bundle of civilisations – in food, manners, architecture, language, and each nation state profoundly and proudly different from its neighbours. No evidence of being under the boot-heel of Brussels. Nothing here of continental USA’s dreary commercial sameness. Summon everything you’ve learned of the ruinous, desperate state of Europe in 1945, then contemplate a stupendous economic, political and cultural achievement: peace, open borders, relative prosperity, and the encouragement of individual rights, tolerance and freedom of expression. Until Friday this was where our grown-up children went at will to live and work.”
THANKS FOR YOUR VISITING BUT CAN I ASK YOU NOT TO FAVE AN IMAGE WITHOUT ALSO MAKING A COMMENT. MANY THANKS KEITH. ANYONE MAKING MULTIPLE FAVES WITHOUT COMMENTS WILL SIMPLY BE BLOCKED
After noting that some of my recent images are getting the dreaded sameness, I felt it is time to rework an older image to keep things fresh :)
I am grateful this week for continuity. I like a routine and I like to be organized so I know things will run smoothly.
Standing before his throne, my mind went into a whirl of memories
...moments of want and desire ... of things that were never meant to be mine
Yes Greed was very familiar to me, his face was a mirror.. not a reflection but a depth,
one that continued beyond places I had long forgot
There was a sameness to this moment.....
He took a deep breath and began to hiss...
It stood where others bent—one strand daring to keep its color when the rest faded into memory. Maybe it didn't know it was alone, or maybe it simply didn't care. In a field of sameness, it whispered, “I’ll be different
Got hit with a late-season snowstorm last week. In what felt like an instant, the verdant greens of early spring were transformed back into the monochrome hues of winter. The mind seems to adapt slowly to winter, and reaches a point where this sort of scene appears normal, if not entirely pleasurable. But to experience sudden switch like this is a bit jarring. The consolation of course is that this is mid-April and any snow that falls now is very short lived. This knowledge motivated me to walk in the snow and experience the (hopefully) last gasp of winter firsthand. What started out as a quick hop turned into a couple of miles for which I was not fully prepared. Yet I found the cold and wind invigorating and a wonderful change of pace from recent experience. There's been a mind dulling sameness to the days as the quarantine lumbers into a second month. I feel a sense of cognitive diminution lately; my mind is just not as sharp as it was before all of this. I have more difficulty discerning what I did on any given day that if further back than yesterday. The calendar date and time of day have grown less important to me as work is a less dominant part of my life at the moment. The mind tends to lose focus with disuse the same way the physical body loses tone when not being worked. In the short term, I'm not sure this is entirely a bad thing, just different. On balance I'm more likely to act spontaneously now. So many of my photos lately fall into the category of "I've always been meaning to do that" and now I finally am. The effort lately seems to count more than the results. Anything that restores the sense of control over life, no matter how trivial or illusory, is a benefit. My winter walk happened to bring me by this old house, one I've long admired but never photographed before. This image is the perfect metaphor for my mindset.
This was taken in some wonderful woodland near Cornish Hill in Dumfries & Galloway, South West Scotland.
"Looking into a wood, the mind gets lost
In complicated sameness, on and on.
Senses grow green and wooden. My own ghost
Waves from ground-misted ferns, and then it's gone
In half the time it takes to blink. Mind, leaf,
Life, mist, stop together in the soft clock
Within me, caught on thorns of disbelief
And welcome, as a life's tick-tock, tick-tock
Delivers its involuntary beats
Into an unthinned forest's olive light
Clammy with earth-locked rain, high summer heat's
Low airlessness, dusk dwindling into night."
from Woodnotes by Douglas Dunn
In a world that increasingly demands thought, and expression orthodoxy by someone else's rules, we have to find a way to be true to ourselves, and reject groupthink, and conformity. Rise above the mediocrity of sameness. Be recognized for your true character. Stand strong. Stand tall. Even if you stand alone.
Sometimes I lie in bed and I toss and turn. I am restless.
I don’t want to sleep.
I don’t want to face the day of similarity and sameness.
But then I remember; I have seen wonders.
There are wonders still to see.
There are wonders to return to.
And then, I drift off to sleep, a smile on my face.
I have seen wonders.