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Quand le temps semble suspendu, un espace temps entre Arras et Marseille.
Les banalités d'un voyage en TGV...
When time seems suspended, a space time between Arras and Marseille.
The trivialities of a trip by TGV ...
The symmetry (or lack thereof) in this #TotalEclipse2017 composite messes with my (selective) OCD, but as I previously mentioned, clouds and rain prevented the evenly-spaced time-lapse I had planned, so this is the closest I can come up with (at least on the little sleep I'm operating on) at the moment.
These were all taken through the 8" Celestron telescope (with a focal reducer), and it shows on the left roughly 14 minutes of the Sun before totality (center) and then 18 minutes of the Sun after totality on the right. The telescope was fairly faithful in its tracking of the Sun, and the camera was driven by Jared Haworth's computer.
Photos were taken at Shaw Air Force Base with the great help of the F-16 Viper Demo Team.
Forte dei Marmi - in summer time the Mediterranean beach is smoothed to a perfect surface for the rows and rows of sun beds and umbrellas, for the lucky ones who are able to afford a day long rental
Bergen train station's clock with the mountain Ulriken and it's broadcasting tower in the background.
NERD ALARM ON!
There are many elements in this that gives me associations to good old Albert's theories, hence the title. The clock of course, then there is the grid of the window (space, frames of references), the tower on top of the mountain which is the source of what the theory tells us is the fastest thing around and the sphere is like a planet bound to follow the curvature of space it's star creates (clock now doubles as the sun ;-).
Add to that the shot is taken at an train station: Einstein used trains in some of his thought experiments to explains his ideas.
NERD ALARM OFF!
“Darkness comes. In the middle of it, the future looks blank. The temptation to quit is huge. Don't. You are in good company... You will argue with yourself that there is no way forward. But with God, nothing is impossible. He has more ropes and ladders and tunnels out of pits than you can conceive. Wait. Pray without ceasing. Hope.”
- John Piper
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoNtYC_XDC8
ALL THAT YOU HAVE IS YOUR SOUL – TRACY CHAPMAN
I take myself away now for a little while because I am feeling sad again and my heart is elsewhere.
Take care of yourselves and each other. I will return when I am smiling more and the shadows have lifted. Thank you all for your wonderful support and kindness. I love you all <3
THE ARTIST (AGAIN)
I am emptied; devoid of all emotions
motionless; sunk into the softest mattress
cushioned from the world
reclusive and alone
no distractions; I listen to the outward sounds
to quieten my mind and inner voices
I listen to the ticking of the mantel clock
and to the spaces inbetween where heaven is
I listen to the sound of the ocean lapping on the shore
it comforts me and lulls me into a dream-like state
my eyelids feel heavy, but I can't close them both
one of them is bruised and swollen;
the colour and texture of ripened grapes
sweet juice oozing and beading on the surface of the skin
a soft sheen glistening; a loud bang makes me jump
before I settle with a sigh back into the verge of unconsciousness
he's gone; the door slamming was a relief
I listen to the sound of the birds; twilight is approaching
they seem to get excited around this time
like they are saying goodnight to each other
the dawn chorus is the one everyone talks about
but more beautiful than that is the chorus of the golden hour
those precious moments before the sun slides down the globe
and into another land where it begins to rise up to greet the day
I wondered was there a quantum slipstream
of space-time continuum
when the sun was alone in the darkness
was there a pathway between where night meets day
I wondered what that place would be like
what extraordinary powers existed
that could block out the sun
albeit for some brief moments in time
or what if time did not exist in this imaginary place
perhaps this is the place where all things mislaid go
all those odd socks; keys and other little mundane things
which bring a little comfort to our everyday lives
I blocked out even these small thoughts
thinking only made me more aware
of the pounding in my skull
my brain felt that it was too big to be contained within
pulsating at the temple on the right side of my head
I could feel the blood pumping to protect me
it felt warm and comforted; a natural defence mechanism
how marvellous the body is at repairing itself
and thank goodness for that; mine was overtaxed
every few weeks or so had narrowed now to every few days
the shouting; the moods; the artistic temperament of the Artist
I didn't yet call myself this; I didn't feel like being labelled
and I didn't recognise anything in me
that would make anyone think I was one
He, on the other hand, The Artist; He was the real deal
tortured and tormented some days
and charming, charismatic on others
I never knew what his moods would be; he was unpredictable
at first this had been exciting; I loved his passion for life
for his art; all this spilled over onto me
and at first it had been exciting; oh yes, I said that already
I am repeating myself; my thoughts need checking
and bringing into line;
I tried to block out all thoughts once more
the headache continued to thump rhythmically
at least my pulse was now steady
and consistent as it pounded away
I listened to the night settling around outside
and watched as the darkness crept into the room
slowly enveloping me in it's claustrophobic cloak
I wasn't afraid; how could I be afraid of the dark
when it was the day that brought most terrors
the birdsong was tailing off now as they roosted
In the darkness I could hear the tide turn
I know; you may think it's too subtle to be heard
but let me assure you it is possible
and I heard it now; the turning of the tide
for the Adriatic and for me
the end of the road; how clichéd I had become
my mind once so desirous of knowledge
that no amount of reading could quench my thirst
now I had become empty-headed
the only thoughts when he was here
were his thoughts; his words;
entering my brain with a loud tangible thud
not much difference between them
and the blows he had landed before he left
I wanted to yawn but I felt my jaw was broken
I could feel the blood that once was warm within me
congealing now; cold upon my cheek
my nose was numb; broken again
tears rolled down my cheeks, but I couldn't feel them
until they fell from my chin
the window was open
and a gentle breeze flowed in from the sea
I followed him here to Venice; to The Lido
I thought it would be exciting and it was
but now the excitement was no longer pleasurable
I heard the door opening downstairs in the hall
I groaned; the sound of an animal but it was me
I heard his footfalls on the stairs
he called my name, but it wasn't him
and at last I was saved ...
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Europe, Netherlands, Den Haag, Rijnstraat, multi-ministery building (ex-VROM - Jan Hoogstad) (cut from all sides)
Displayed here is the the former VROM (Volkshuisvesting, Ruimtelijke Ordening en Milieubeheer) ministery building (Jan Hoogstad, 1992), shot from the Randstad Rail station. It’s been recently renovated and will be used by the 'Infrastructuur en Milieu' and other ministries.
When a modernist building is lit from within at night, standing outside such a building one can understand what the influential modernist architecture theorist and propagandist Siegfried Gideon meant with “durchdringung”. For him this was the quintessential property of a modernist building. On the structural level it meant that the facades are glass, enabled through the non-load bearing character of them. The load bearing is handled by the internal pillar based sketelon, which also enables left out walls and floors (creating atria - this capture here is shot right into one of the multilevel atria of the building).
The effect of all this on the eye is that it can wander through and out of the building from just one vantage point. On a metaphysical level, according to Gideon, this meant that time and space conflate – in a way one can be at many places at one time, without moving. At the height of the modernist times this space and time thing was very popular.Also in art. Checkout van Doesburg's ‘Construction in Space-Time II: here.
Shot while returning from a delightful family diner in The Hague. From winter-solstice to epiphany (‘Driekoningen’), the family centrepetal forces are at its max ;-)
Telepathic/holographic/hyperkinetic/warp-speed mosh in simultaneous dimensions and space/time configurations, so that a good time is had by all and there are no injuries.
Researchers at Cornell University studied similar events on Earth and discovered that computer simulations “dominated by flocking parameters produced highly ordered behavior, forming vortexes” - being precisely what one would expect of advanced beings exuberantly congregating and confabulating in a black hole.
And never mind the music of The Spheres! Heavenly!!
Well, I've had enough of doom-and-gloom for a bit. So I'm not gonna say anything about you-know-what today. Instead we go back to more ice abstracts, because I am really, really starting to love those. What we have here are methane bubbles, formed from decomposing organic material at the bottom of Abraham Lake in Alberta and then trapped in the thick ice as the bubbles rise. The lake is fed by glacial rivers and so in the deeper parts of the lake you get this rich blue-green color. On top of that the wind is blowing here pretty much constantly, keeping the ice surface clean. In this picture you can even see the snow streaking through the frame. The wind was so strong at this particular time that I could not use a tripod on the ice (it just got blown across the smooth ice surface, even with spikes on and weighed down by a bag!!). So I had to use the iPhone, which turns out to be surprisingly good at taking pictures of this particular phenomenon. I did not know if Id get the snow streaking visible in camera (the snow was whipping very fast) but it showed up brilliantly!
So, of course my strange brain has to go straight from this odd little visual phenomenon to the realms of science fiction. What the heck are "space time bubbles"? Well, there is a theory that says that the fabric of space-time is "bubbly" (I don't really know what that means, but it sounds cool). And we might even be able to use that property to generate bubbles that warp space around a special kind of drive and allow for faster-than-light travel. There have even been some experiments which seem to support the theory and open the possibility for a "warp" drive that creates a bubble in space time and allows the ship to travel faster than the speed of light. Sound familiar? Well, here's the reality of it:
dailygalaxy.com/2019/03/warp-bubbles-nasa-manipulating-sp...
While the article linked above is rather dense and above my intellectual ability, it does contain one of the single greatest phrases I've ever read in a scientific journal, "... a naked singularity at the front of the bubble". Which sounds like good times to me! But apparently this would be a bad thing. Sometimes I really think physicists are just pranking us, having figured out how to get paid handsomely to outdo each other with outrageous and often hilarious stories about the way the universe works. Any physicists out there? I'm on to you! But keep it up please, it's pure awesomeness.
Poem.
Salmon-pink sky, silhouetted headlands and an islanded, silver-studded lake branded by the sun.
Five and twenty miles away, virtually lost in the evening ozone, the islands of Eigg and Rum fade upwards in the glare, to oblivion.
Here on the northern slopes of Morar, sheep graze, unmindful of the blinding, dazzling sunset.
Pine-fringed islands lead the eye sea-wards where a two mile river gushes the lake into Morar Bay – a white-sand haven.
Here at a five hundred foot elevation the path turns northwards linking Morar – a nearly fjord, to Nevis, a real fjord.
Mountains interspersed by east-west stretches of sea-water typify this remarkable coastline.
Bounded by fifty beaches and islands the perspectives are breath-taking at every twist and turn.
A shimmering haze suspends the senses, time seems to slow and the moment stretches, like Dali-esque “floppy” clocks.
Space, time and reality blur and merge, soothing the senses.
The moment passes, but for that moment,
Karma, Nirvana, Paradise.
Einstein's theory of special relativity created a fundamental link between space and time. The universe can be viewed as having three space dimensions — up/down, left/right, forward/backward — and one time dimension. This 4-dimensional space is referred to as the space-time continuum.
I'm not sure. Did I just break the space/time continuum?
Cruise Night
Cantigny Park
Wheaton, Illinois - approx. 41.8529, -88.1572
June 8, 2008
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"time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow."
Edwin Way Teale
image copyright SB ImageWorks
Another image from the Hullbull Remote Space Telescope. Later in the sequence of the same mini supernova, one of many, shown in previous images and a much wider field of view. The timing is past the stellar collapse and development and disappearance of the black hole. All that remains are energized molecular clouds, emission nebula of elements seeded prior to initiation of dimensional oscillation. The supernova shock wave is clearly visible. The nearby binary star system should be visible to the upper left, but gravitational lensing and distortion of light in the turbulence of the shock wave have caused a diffuse yellow light. A gravitationally lensed nearby light show supernova is visible to the lower left. Images of the black hole consuming matter created by the controlled Big Bang are still being processed.
Image from early in the light show heralding the opening of Metropolis 1, a new City of Light created some thousand light years away and presented by the intrepid space-time traveling photographer Alan Jaras. This image is from a large set of high-speed photos documenting the first mini-big bangs created by the impressive dimensional oscillator.
Shiraito Falls is said to be one of Japan's three most famous waterfalls.
The waterfall is 20 meters high and 200 meters wide, and is so named because it looks like a silk thread hanging from the cliff.
Visiting this famous waterfall during the autumn leaves season is one of the pleasures.
Regardless of the season, listening to the pure symphony of the sound of water while being filled with pleasant negative ions and savoring the precious space-time to your heart's content will heal your heart with a neutral sensation.
The quantity that determines the curvature of space-time is the Riemann curvature tensor, which is included in the equation of the deviation of geodesic lines.
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Crossing the streams at 88mph was always going to end in tears thought captain Jack as his bubble of spacetime imploded, I never could get the hang of Wednesdays...
Leica M8 + Summicron 35mm f2.0
-no processing (it's a mirror)
-taken using the Tohru Nishimura colour palette. thanks for the inspiration tohru :)
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I should just, not write any description on this and see if anyone can figure out what the Hell it is…
Alright… Last week, one afternoon I was driving down old Rt 66 and spotted this bridge and thought it might make a cool dusk shot, shooting from the center divider, looking towards old Albuquerque. (photo below) Last night I went back and was treated to an unexpected surprise. At night the entire underside of the bridge is lit by these hundreds of amazing colored lights. They change around in all different crazy patterns. Sometimes they slowly drift from one color to another. Other times they pulsate wildly in a rainbow of colors.
So, this first photo was taken inside one of the pedestrian tunnels you can see on the left and right. No, it is not Photoshopped. It really came out of the camera like this.
Kitty Muffeo is horrified to discover that Major Fire in enthralled by the evil Empress Vicious Irony! What can she do?
Tune in next week! Same space time! Same space channel!
(Thank you SO much to Morgan for being beautifully evil, and to Erebus, for being convincingly mindless. -giggles-)
Today's story and sketch by me, # 1363 is about the latest pedestrian to arrive through a space time portal, to this Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga, which is located somewhere in an unknown dimension, in an unknown Galaxy. About two years ago myself and two dozen "MCPPOTG", Man Cave Posse Protectors Of The Galaxy, were abducted through a Black Hole that appeared at the luxurious Man Cave Headquarters under the Oceanside Pier. But that story, if you haven't already heard or read about it, will have to be retold another time, because today I'm curious about the Birdman, that just arrived. It turns out this Birdman, not only traveled through dimensions, but came from the year 1949 while supervising a group of rodeo clowns at the fairgrounds in El Paso Texas. This cowboy is also famous, and known as Birdman Bob, the television host of Birdman Mobile Home Tours. It will surely be a shock when I tell Bob he is on Budahunga, and the year is 2022, But that will have to be a story for another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog.
ep grey tones and it's perfect to enhance with a texture overlay layer as it only adds more richness. Conversely, I’m less of a fan of glass, even antique glass — it still reflects *everything* and I haven’t the space, time or equipment to perfectly control the highlights and reflections.
Mobile Communications, Social Networks, and Urban Travel: Hypertext as a New Metaphor for Conceptualizing Spatial Interaction∗
Mei-Po Kwan
Pages 434-446 | Received 01 Mar 2006, Accepted 01 Apr 2007, Published online: 29 Feb 2008
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Abstract
The widespread use of mobile communications is leading to new practices in family life and social life, and these changes have significant implications for the study of urban travel. Because of the adoption of new modes of space-time coordination, changing time use and increasing mobility, changing use of existing urban nodes, the blurring of boundaries between home and work, the importance of social networks and social capital, and the shift to person-to-person connectivity, the spatial structure and processes of interaction among individuals have become much more complicated in this age of mobile communications. Static spatial frameworks based on fixed points (e.g., home or workplace) and distances among them are no longer adequate for understanding urban travel. The study of urban travel now needs new conceptualizations and new methodologies.
Today's story and sketch by me #1389, is all about the pedestrian who arrived through a space time portal, last weekend, We believe it was on the weekend, but it's hard keeping track of days here on this Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga. It turns out this particular pedestrian is from a Planet in the Salisticum Galaxy, somewhere on the far edge of the Sixth Dimension. At least that is what the pedestrian says, and that his name is Louis Sagaway, Louis was riding along herding his goats, when a huge space time portal, also known as an intermittent black hole, it was a spinning nightmare, it sucked him and 300 of his goats into it, then began a terrifying journey through multiple dimensions and Galaxies, before spitting Louis out next to Lake Budahunga. Louis without his goats, he hasn't stopped looking for them sense arriving. They are surly somewhere, just not here, I and a posses of deputies, been looking for his 300 goats for days, I have a gut feeling they are either on another Planet or lost in space, but definitely not here. If we locate any of the goat's, it will surely be a an interesting heartwarming reunion, until then Tata the Rod Blog.