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GROUP: SMILE ON SATURDAY'
THEME: WHAT'S IN A NAME
SUBJECT: JOE'S RESTAURANT AND DELI
Joe
Gender: Male
Origin: English
Meaning: God Will Increase
Foreign variants of Joseph include Beppe (Italian), Beppi (German), Beppo (Italian), Che (Spanish), Chepito (Spanish), Giuseppino (Italian), Giussepe (Italian), Guiseppe (Italian), Hovsep (Armenian), Iokepa (Hawaiian), Iosef (German), Iosefa (Samoan), Iosep (Irish), Ioseph (Gaelic, Irish, and Russian), Iosif (Greek, Russian, and Slavic), Iòseph (Scottish), Jazeps (Latvian), Joos (Dutch), Joosef (Finnish), Jooseppi (Finnish), Joscha (German and Hungarian), Joschka (German), Jose (Portuguese and Spanish), Joseba (Basque), Josecito (Spanish), Josef (Czech, Dutch, German, Hebrew, Polish, Portuguese, Scandinavian, and Yiddish), Josefa (Czech, Portuguese, Scandinavian, and Spanish), Joseito (Spanish), Joselito (Spanish), and Josep (Catalan and Slavic). Specific foreign variants include the short form Sepp (German), and the diminutive forms Cheche (Spanish), Chepe (Spanish), Jobo (Spanish), Jochjo (Esperanto), Joop (Dutch), Pepa (Czech), Pepe (Spanish), Pepi (Spanish), Pepito (Spanish), Peppe (Italian), Seòsaidh (Gaelic), Seppi (German), and Youssel (Yiddish).
Ama il tuo sogno
Ogni inferiore amore disprezzando,
Il vento ama
Ed accorgiti qui
Che sogni solo possono veramente essere,
perciò in sogno a raggiungerti m’avvio.
1908
Ezra Pound
~ ~ ~
Love thou thy dream
All base love scorning,
Love thou the wind
And here take warning
That dreams alone can truly be,
For 'tis in dream I come to thee.
'the mind can never sleep', says an old friend, amiably scarred with gallic scorn, 'so it limps into dreams, crippled from fatigue and embarassment. it cries and sobs and moans, it succors itself with thumb-sucking fantasies (les erotiques des enfants) and neurotic tantrums of finger shadows. dreaming is the mind clutching shamefully to its own dark, soothing womb, pouring our miseries into the narcotic wine of unbounded thought.
'when you dream you are really only punch drunk on the most human liqour.'
SCORN
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As dusk falls, our heroines hunt around for a cockroach and possibly bedbug free shelter where to consummate their passion.
Nope! It's the back seat of the car again.
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Post scriptum: There's been some disturbing gossip round the parish lately that Tessa eschews Photoshop and puts up only raw images from the sim. Tessa rejects this calumny with scorn and affirms that everything she does is photoshopped up the yinyang. Is there any windlight preset with that much fog?
Spiddal, Co. Galway
"If you ever go across the seas to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay
To hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
To sit beside the turf fire in the cabin
And watch the barefoot goosoons at their play
Oh. the breezes blowing o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the upland digging praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know
For the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways
They scorned us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star
And if there's going to be a life hereafter
And somehow I am sure there's going to be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that fair land beyond the Irish Sea"
Dr. Arthur Colahan
Swift and agile, delicate yet determined, the Arctic Tern is all these things and more. But venture too close to the Arctic Tern’s nest and wrath takes its turn. Arctic Terns, like many of their brethren, will defend their nesting territory fiercely. In that regard they are undaunted, unrelenting and unmerciful. Many a tundra wanderer has experienced the ire and scorn of this avian acrobat. Granted, the injuries one might sustain are not life threatening but a peck on the head and the occasional letting of blood are well within this shorebirds capabilities. Rest assured, you won’t have to guess when you’re in the vicinity of nesting terns. They will make certain that you are aware and will be happy to escort you away! #ArcticTerns
Even though I've scorned my usually economical nose blowing option of t.p. for the lusher, lotiony Ultra-Deluxe Froo-Froo Kleenex with Aloe, Shea Butter, and Unicorn Sprinkles, my poor lips are chapped from all this tissue usage.
I'm hiiiideeeous, don't look at meee. ::turning and running:: (this is why you're not getting my full face today...I feel like I look semi-gross)
Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
e ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino.
Anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio.
Il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono
le coincidenze, le prenotazioni,
le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede
che la realtà sia quella che si vede.
Ho sceso milioni di scale dandoti il braccio
non già perché con quattr’occhi forse si vede di più.
Con te le ho scese perché sapevo che di noi due
le sole vere pupille, sebbene tanto offuscate,
erano le tue.
Eugenio Montale
Detail of the brickwork inside a derelict spa in Romania, the colours are an obvious draw.
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A panoramic of the central hall of a grand abandoned mansion in France. uploaded to celebrate World Photo Day which is on the 19th August each and every year.
I noticed a noisy miner squawking at something in the pine tree in our backyard... and saw that it was this little nocturnal possum. After enduring the bird's scorn for a few minutes the possum settled back down to daytime sleep. Epping NSW
RAGE
Four shot panorama
"It is stupid for you to scorn the mysteries of the world simply because you know the doing of scorn," he said with a serious face.
Life ~ Emily Dickinson
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards -- day!
SCORN
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He painted Colorado’s first widely known piece of public art. Probably a million people have stared into her big brown eyes and studied her Mona Lisa smile. Yet few know the name of her creator.
In 1936, Herndon Davis painted the “Face on the Barroom Floor” in what is now The Face Bar in Central City’s Teller House. The Central City Opera House Association hired him to do sketches in conjunction with a restoration of the Opera House and the Teller House next door. In that hotel’s barroom, Davis determined to paint “such a floor as the ragged artist used in H. Antoine d’Arcy’s famous old poem.”
Yet Davis too had been scorned, by Anne Evans. The daughter of territorial Gov. John Evans, she was a philanthropist behind much good work for the Denver Art Museum, the Denver Public Library and myriad other causes. She ruled the Central City Opera House rejuvenation and apparently was upset with Davis’ raunchy preference for painting low-life characters. She either fired him or he resigned.
Hurrying Out of the Park..thought I had missed opportunity for this shot, but tried long exposure and it worked.
mrsierra...wonderful stream you have...I encourage everyone here to take a look at some wonderful landscapes..especially of the Western US!! I find myself saving all to favorites.
Not HDR Best Viewed Large
Another Raw Rescue..This is another picture that I was able to pull out of the dark because it was shot in raw. Some are even coming out better because they are more saturated and they are evening shots anyway..so you need some shadows/dark. Again, I am amazed at how much information Raw keeps if you dig down and get it. This foreground was very, very dark..but retained detail and colors.
Mountains (James Watkins)
mountains grand and gazing-
pillars standing tall-
piercing passioned histories-
hidden in their walls.
delving downward distances-
caverns large and small-
mutant molten metal steams-
fused before the fall.
decant demon-ed destinies-
cooling chasmed halls-
dinosaurs and diamond doors
in massive mirrored malls.
heavy, heaving voices
in paradisian sprawl-
fiery fumes of purity-
creation’s curtain call.
subatomic saturation,
soiled, synthetic signs.
righteous restoration
of prehistoric crimes.
tumultuous-
tempestuous-
waning, wasted pearl-
forethought, full and fragile-
foundation of the world.
hidden in the language
of nature’s cresting yore-
cracked beneath
the stress and strain-
crumbling at the core.
tiny tidbits torn and tumbling-
wiggling in the storm-
recipes and remedies-
chemically reborn.
thickened soups and swirling haze-
brooding-steaming-scorn-
clashing reams of violent schemes-
valleys ripped and torn.
balance within balances,
scrambled eggs at last-
gushing geysered marbled mud
borne before the blast.
consciences of scientists,
syncopated scuds-
bothered by the missing mass-
baffled by the blood.
leaping lemon lizards-
the barn is nearly full-
the hay is neatly in a stack-
this baby’s come full term!
common commonalities,
full circle’s come at last.
see the story in the hills-
yield before your past.
something’s broken,
something’s missing,
something’s come and gone-
something’s at the doorway-
someone’s on the phone.
someone’s at the table-
someone’s on the floor-
someone’s grass
is full of gas-
classical-and more!
rhyming with the timing,
balancing the board-
signals of a sequenced strike,
calm before the storm.
mysteries are meaningful,
when looking at the past.
the scene is somewhat circular,
when stage is come to last.
weakened, muzzled monkeys,
dance before your lord.
the gift of grace is growing cold
squirming on sword.
commentaried cavemen,
come into the fold.
your ears can hear-
your eyes can see-
so come in from the cold.
and listen with some latitude-
to knowledge held in store.
fashioned in the faceless stone
of ancient ocean floor.
squeezed in myriad molecule,
the battle rages on-
raving reverence in reverse
its relevance reformed.
and bow before the evidence-
the courtroom is restored,
through judgment passed,
the script is cast,
in elementary score.
rain fire, you veined volcanoes-
your statement’s on the floor-
and advertise what you surmise-
from secret silent store.
you’ve waltzed in dazzled wonderment-
and touched your maker’s hand,
in timeless thought-
before the fault-
and listened to the plan.
to bring all things to unity-
from eons vile and vast-
to bless-ed end
the future bends,
with glory
unsurpassed.
James Watkins May 2005
Built for Biocup 2021 first redemption round
category theme: art and paintings
based and inspired on the artworks of Zdzisław Beksiński
creature on the left: miro.medium.com/max/640/1*uulMRNbJ1rIGfHaShm5tng.png
T-cross: i.pinimg.com/originals/90/9e/ee/909eee10f9ca1c6b2b08a26e7...
Creature on the right became more of it's own thing and is inspired by Beksiński's various artworks and pulling from sources such as the unreleased Scorn game that's artstyle is heavily influenced by Beksiński and the likes of HR.Giger
unedited: i.imgur.com/a2MTPM4.jpg
She chuckles while she crosses her legs and gazes at me. "You know they say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.. Perhaps we can ease your troubles with a deal?" I couldn't help to shift my weight in my seat due to my nerves taking over me. There was a saying that also went Sometimes a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all. My thought were interrupted when she extends her hand towards me. "So does the deal stand?," She smiles devilishly.
The elders tell of a legend from this area. On a gray afternoon in late autumn, an old man came to the village and asked to be admitted for only one night. Although it was getting dark and the icy autumn wind was very terrible for the old man, no one of the people in the village was politely enough to help him. The proud villagers had nothing but scorn and derision for the old man and some even spit in the face of him or mockingly slapped him with the palms of their hands. At the richest courtyard of the village an angry farmer set vicious dogs on him so that the hiker had to take refuge in even higher and colder mountainous regions. With his last strength he reached a protective against the wind rock niche. The old man was very exhausted and due to the severe frost he should not survive the coming night! With a trembling voice the dying stranger still imposed a curse on the mountain village and its inhabitants. The earth began to shake and huge cracks were opened in the underground. And all the houses of the village fell into the black abyss. Since that day dark shadows draw over the mountain peaks and the rocks are always dark and gloomy.
I want to thank all very much for your "views", "Comments" and "Favourites" :-) The only thing that matters is that you have joy in this photo. Again, thank you :-)
The former No. 3 School (1914) in Stark's Corners (Shawville), Quebec, Canada.
It was also known as the Starks' Corners School.
This one-room schoolhouse was erected in 1914, but I have no idea when it ceased functioning as a school and was sold to private interests.
Stark's Corners was once known as Murphy’s Corners but was renamed Stark’s Corners after the Stark family took up residence in the vicinity. The Starks donated land for a schoolhouse, cemetery, and Presbyterian Church. Stark’s Corners once boasted a number of amenities, including a general store, a cheese factory, and a post office.
Better Viewed Large. This is an update of an older shot of Arches that I wanted to update with a new post processing technique. I felt that it enhanced the original. This is a shot I took while racing out of the park at closing. We stopped just long enough to take a longer exposure and was able to draw the picture out of the RAW.
The La Sal Mountains.
FOR THOSE INTERESTED I HAVE AN EXHIBITION AT THIS LINK <a href=" www.flickr.com/groups/inspiringcollection/discuss/7215762... .
Mountains (James Watkins)
mountains grand and gazing-
pillars standing tall-
piercing passioned histories-
hidden in their walls.
delving downward distances-
caverns large and small-
mutant molten metal streams-
fused before the fall.
decant demon-ed destinies-
cooling chasmed halls-
dinosaurs and diamond doors
in massive mirrored malls.
heavy, heaving voices
in paradisian sprawl-
fiery fumes of purity-
creation’s curtain call.
subatomic saturation,
soiled, synthetic signs.
righteous restoration
of prehistoric crimes.
tumultuous-
tempestuous-
waning, wasted pearl-
forethought, full and fragile-
foundation of the world.
hidden in the language
of nature’s cresting yore-
cracked beneath
the stress and strain-
crumbling at the core.
tiny tidbits torn and tumbling-
wiggling in the storm-
recipes and remedies-
chemically reborn.
thickened soups and swirling haze-
brooding-steaming-scorn-
clashing reams of violent schemes-
valleys ripped and torn.
balance within balances,
scrambled eggs at last-
gushing geysered marbled mud
borne before the blast.
consciences of scientists,
syncopated scuds-
bothered by the missing mass-
baffled by the blood.
leaping lemon lizards-
the barn is nearly full-
the hay is neatly in a stack-
this baby’s come full term!
common commonalities,
full circle’s come at last.
see the story in the hills-
yield before your past.
something’s broken,
something’s missing,
something’s come and gone-
something’s at the doorway-
someone’s on the phone.
someone’s at the table-
someone’s on the floor-
someone’s grass
is full of gas-
classical-and more!
rhyming with the timing,
balancing the board-
signals of a sequenced strike,
calm before the storm.
mysteries are meaningful,
when looking at the past.
the scene is somewhat circular,
when stage is come to last.
weakened, muzzled monkeys,
dance before your lord.
the gift of grace is growing cold
squirming on sword.
commentaried cavemen,
come into the fold.
your ears can hear-
your eyes can see-
so come in from the cold.
and listen with some latitude-
to knowledge held in store.
fashioned in the faceless stone
of ancient ocean floor.
squeezed in myriad molecule,
the battle rages on-
raving reverence in reverse
its relevance reformed.
and bow before the evidence-
the courtroom is restored,
through judgment passed,
the script is cast,
in elementary score.
rain fire, you veined volcanoes-
your statement’s on the floor-
and advertise what you surmise-
from secret silent store.
you’ve waltzed in dazzled wonderment-
and touched your maker’s hand,
in timeless thought-
before the fault-
and listened to the plan.
to bring all things to unity-
from eons vile and vast-
to bless-ed end
the future bends,
with glory
unsurpassed.
James Watkins May 2005
Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
E ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino.
Anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio.
Il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono
Le coincidenze, le prenotazioni,
le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede
che la realtà sia quella che si vede.
Ho sceso milioni di scale dandoti il braccio
Non già perché con quattr'occhi forse si vede di più.
Con te le ho scese perché sapevo che di noi due
Le sole vere pupille, sebbene tanto offuscate,
erano le tue.
Eugenio Montale - Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio
that is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them.
...
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love...
questo è il problema: se sia più nobile all'animo sopportare gli oltraggi, i sassi e i dardi dell'iniqua fortuna, o prender l'armi contro un mare di problemi e combattendo disperderli.
....
Chi vorrebbe, se no, sopportar le frustate e gl'insulti del tempo, le angherie del tiranno, il disprezzo dell'uomo borioso, gli spasimi dell'amore disprezzato...
da Il monologo di Amleto atto III, Scena I
Not the most original title. But he does look cold. One from the Aliumery preset which has been getting a good workout on flickr this last week or so. Grab it here, alllllllll free, for Lightroom and ACR / Photoshop.
Same photo, 'Not chilly at all' preset is here.
Original photo is here.
And now? Miragting chillyfly: here!
"Ho sceso Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale e ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino. Anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio. Il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono le coincidenze, le prenotazioni, le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede che la realtà sia quella che si vede. Ho sceso milioni di scale dandoti il braccio non già perché con quattr'occhi forse si vede di più. Con te le ho scese perché sapevo che di noi due le sole vere pupille, sebbene tanto offuscate, erano le tue."
Eugenio Montale
Edited with pixlr-o-matic
To phone or not to phone
I am no fan of phone photography, but I have to accept it’s the camera that is always with me and in that light, it’s the best camera to have. I am amazed at the silly things that many people write about ordinary folks that use a cell phone to take pictures. They are accused of killing photography, of having no photographic skills, of not being photographers at all. So what, why is it so unbearable for some illuminati to see picture taking all of the time? I wonder if they had a special training to eat, to digest, something that makes them so snobbish as to scorn of all things photographic that don’t conform to their reasoning?