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Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
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Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
Florence central station (Santa Maria Novella). As I explained in the first upload in this series, the architects of this station (Gruppo Toscano) had the shrinking of space-time, due to the modern railway system, in mind. If we could travel by almost the speed of light, such shrinking would also involve significant shrinking of time--time goes much faster: a 'time warp'. The phenomenon is symbolized in this shot: the figure walks from a (stupendously preserved!) 1930's modernist environment straight into a contemporary commercialized space.
abandoned radio factory.
the first digital attempt. shot in spring 2012 with friend's panasonic DMC-FZ20, when my film camera was already unfunctional. this model didn't have option of shooting raw and the image quality was quite unsatisfying. converting to b&w and desizing helped a bit.
from the description of the workshop:
"Vilnius Sound Locations is a site specific workshop which deals with phenomenon of spatial memory of the place.
As in many cultures believed, each activity including thought resonates in space leaving a trace. Some traces sustain for seconds other for longer time and some seem never to leave a place. These strong spatial resonances play significant role in how we act in particular places. They also shape phisical architecture of spaces. By acting with open mind, deep concentration on presence and awareness of surrounding we are exposing ourselves to the flow of spatial memory, thus becoming both mediums of the past actions and true actors of the real moment.
A group of participants in given time explored indoor spaces using a set of simple tools like mallets, bows or anything found on location to discover sounds of the place. Listening and playing builds up personal relation to location and group. These acts of sound making manifest conscious presence and involvement into particular moment of timespace. There were no certain rules or premises on what and how should be done. All ideas arised exectly on sites. Buildings that house in space with its memories as a large instruments sounded for themselves.
This workshop practice is not intended to develop any form of postmodern art. It has to be visioned rather as meditation that opens perceptive capacities and blends inner and outer spaces into one, with care as deep as each one devotes."
some sounds from those four days are used in this recording:
soundcloud.com/user-antirealist/antireality-beekeeping-gh...
Each day my concerns grow as to how things are framed and presented - be it within a social, political, personal or universal context.
What I mean to say is, that with the advent of digital instant technology, each time we record and view the reality around us - it has an immediate effect on our views and understanding of that which is captured - unlike previous forms of recordings and communications, which had time lags, to allow for refection and integration.
This is not necessarily a good or bad thing, just something which seems to have inherent within it implications - we perhaps have not yet come to fully understand.
How does one move outside the boxed effects of TV, computers, paintings, photographs... in not only relationship to their physical reality - its flat 2D x 3D illusion - but also how it frames our psychological, emotional and spiritual worldviews.
In this series, I began to take seemingly random shots of the pavement while walking. Within this supposed randomness, I began to notice that a story – an event - had taken place referenced by the imprints and articles left behind. More importantly, the story was still in progress. It was due to this that it got me thinking about this boxing in effect – of how we tend to frame and manipulate things to fit within our own personal worldview.
Of course, it could be argued that I also framed these shots – and that would be true. However, it is somehow in how these elements – within the frame - dictate the context – the idea - of the image that go beyond its obvious content, which began to fascinate me.
Wolfi's Werke sind unergründlich!
Auf dem Blumenmond gibt es viele Lavaströme.
Die Dimensionen sind ineinander verschachtelt.
Raumzeit ist dort Zeitraum.
Die kleinen Wolfis genießen dieses Schauspiel jedes Mal.
Dazu gibt es gebratenen Schweinebauch.
MEIN Werk ist unerfassbar!
Wolfi's works are unfathomable!
There are many lava flows on the Flower Moon.
The dimensions are interlocked.
Spacetime is timespace there.
The little Wolfis enjoy this spectacle every time.
They have fried pork belly to go with it.
MY work is incomprehensible!
Every soul comes to the sun
Carried on angel’s wings to human birth
Born of love or born of hate
Each one is heaven sent to human fate
Dream
Little girl, dream
Dream
Little boy, dream
Dream
In joy and pain each one will grow
For wisdom is so much more than what we know
And every child will find their way
Of living the whole life story day by day
Dream
Little girl, dream
Dream
Little boy, dream
listen.grooveshark.com/#/s/Time+and+Space+feat+Lou+Rhodes...
. . . listening to the whispering tulips
not so long ago . . in a far away land :)
~ i miss you little miss ❤
2012 ~ When the sky turns to a permanent pink/purple ...It will happen...and we must be ready~
It is going to be very colorful Jacqui ! ~~~~ :-D
Gosport, Hampshire on a cold winter night
On the left is the Seward Tower apartment block, and on the right is Harbour Tower.
In the centre of the image is Gosport's Millennium Timespace. The spire of Holy Trinity church can also be seen.
abandoned radio factory. boxes from popular soviet filterless cigarettes glued on the wall by worker from the past.
the first digital attempt. shot in spring 2012 with friend's panasonic DMC-FZ20, when my film camera was already unfunctional. this model didn't have option of shooting raw and the image quality was quite unsatisfying. converting to b&w and desizing helped a bit.
from the description of the workshop:
"Vilnius Sound Locations is a site specific workshop which deals with phenomenon of spatial memory of the place.
As in many cultures believed, each activity including thought resonates in space leaving a trace. Some traces sustain for seconds other for longer time and some seem never to leave a place. These strong spatial resonances play significant role in how we act in particular places. They also shape phisical architecture of spaces. By acting with open mind, deep concentration on presence and awareness of surrounding we are exposing ourselves to the flow of spatial memory, thus becoming both mediums of the past actions and true actors of the real moment.
A group of participants in given time explored indoor spaces using a set of simple tools like mallets, bows or anything found on location to discover sounds of the place. Listening and playing builds up personal relation to location and group. These acts of sound making manifest conscious presence and involvement into particular moment of timespace. There were no certain rules or premises on what and how should be done. All ideas arised exectly on sites. Buildings that house in space with its memories as a large instruments sounded for themselves.
This workshop practice is not intended to develop any form of postmodern art. It has to be visioned rather as meditation that opens perceptive capacities and blends inner and outer spaces into one, with care as deep as each one devotes."
some sounds from those four days are used in this recording:
soundcloud.com/user-antirealist/antireality-beekeeping-gh...
Explore, May 4, 2008
Homeless and forlorn
in Hollywood, he was sitting
at a busstop on the south side
of Hollywood Boulevard just
east of La Brea, west of Orange -
and fumbling with a cigarette.
He accepted my donation
silently, and when asked
if I could take his photo
he winked his consent,
and when I lifted the camera
to my eye, he looked off like
this - and then in the other
direction - looking far but without
moving his head as if frozen
there - and I noticed his nose
is all messed up and his
mouth - whether from a cleft
lip or some accident -
is askew. And this just
a block from where and when
Sean "Puffy" Combs was getting
a star on Hollywood Boulevard
with some other stars
in attendance
and cheering masses of
people - and this ever close
proximity of wealth and poverty -
of the blessed and the cursed-
is again there for me
to witness
and record.
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The clouds are simply wonderful during the sunset time. I don't think I did a good job capturing it, but spending time there appreciating is equally pleasing! It's nice to be back... lol!
歡迎點閱我最新的文章「出發吧，攝影去！」，或是我的部落格 光影、色彩、我，關於攝影二三事！
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~溫哥華, 英屬哥倫比亞省~
John Lawson Park, West Vancouver, Canada
- ISO 200, F16, 120sec,16mm
- Canon 5D Mark II with EF 16-35mm f/2.8 L lens
- Sunset @6.39pm (262º) / Shot @ 7.04pm
- Low Tide 2.3m @10.19pm, Water Level 3.5m @7pm / 3.0m @8pm
© copyright 2011 Hsiang Wei Chao
.|| This image may not be used for any purposes without the expressed, written permission of the photographer.
Let me take an easy stroll, enjoy the fresh air, and find my favorite spot of the day to watch the colour change at nightfall...before I head back to the City and catch up the real world...!!
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- ISO 200, F13, 880 sec, 17mm
- Canon 5D Mark II with EF 16-35mm f/2.8 L lens
- Sunset @4.15pm / Shot @ 5.07pm
- High Tide 4.4m @4.37pm
- Water Level 4.2m @5.00pm/4.0m @6.00pm
When people experience a ghost are they seeing the dead? Or are they seeing through a thin spot in the time-space continuum?
Software: Photoshop CS5, Photomatix, Nik Viveza, Topaz Adjust, Topaz Detail, Topaz DeNoise 5, Topaz ReMask
Sunlight is about to break through in a misty morning... I'd love to take a stroll or rest on the bench, and enjoy the light change of the sky!
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~溫哥華, 英屬哥倫比亞省~
Stanley Park, Vancouver, Canada
- ISO 100, F16, 1/5 sec, 16mm
- Canon 5D Mark II with EF 16-35mm f/2.8 L lens
- Sunrise @8.07am / Shot @ 9.13am
This was far and away the most difficult image that I have attempted so far. I'm not 100% happy with the final result, but I used a technique that I have never tried before and it was extremely difficult to get right. Actually, if I didn't have to post every day, I would probably would have re-shot this one. I'm still obsessed with the idea of timespace right now, so this kind of goes along with that.
Sorry for not posting over the last few days. I was really under the weather, and I quite literally did nothing but slept and went to work. I am so happy to be making images again though. It really has become a part of me, and I feel very strange when I can't make an image.
I work late tomorrow and then I have to go in at 6am on Sunday and Monday, so the next couple days are going to be difficult. I will probably just keep it really simple. Have an awesome weekend!
A late afternoon spent on the waterfront... how quiet and comfortable!! :-)
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- ISO 100, F16, 460 sec, 17mm
- Canon 5D Mark II with EF 16-35mm f/2.8 L lens
- Sunset @4.15pm / Shot @ 4.42pm
- High Tide 4.3m @4.37pm
- Water Level 4.2m @5.00pm/4.0m @6.00pm
Another walk at the beach around sunset time... Just love how the broken sky coincides with the rocks! :-)
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- ISO 100, F20, 10 sec, 116mm
- Canon 5D Mark II with EF 70-200mm f/4.0 L lens
- Sunset @4.31pm / Shot @ 4.50pm
- Low Tide 2.1m @8.14pm
- Water Level 3.5m @4.00pm/3.1m @5.00pm
Timespace
Capture my heart with your charm
Drown me with desire
And feed me secrets until dawn
Enough to see that I'm awake
Until my love spills over
And fills your cup
Let it run over with hope
Make each step in my direction
A visceral experience
Come to me wide eyed
With the faith of a child
Beaming with expectation
When you turn unto the cold world
Leave me with the reassurance
That I will not be forgotten
Just as your sweet memory
Will always be my salvation....
© Nita Raeihle
Mortal Recoil: Total Recall – The Life of Meaning in the Carnal Nation ~
If you are an immortal being living through a succession of mortal lifetimes, why can’t you remember your past? If we’re all in control of our own destinies, how and why have we decided to forget?
Where do you go when you’re asleep? How do you ‘go to sleep’? Are you the same person when you wake up? Can you remember who you were yesterday? How much of your own childhood do you remember? How much of last month – last year?
Have you ever experienced anything you wanted to forget? Have you ever wished you could start your life all over – with a blank slate?
If I want to remember my previous lives, I must explore memory itself to pass through the waters of forgetfulness and reach the dawn of illumination. I must expand and refine my recollections of this life, sorting truth from accretion and memory from fantasy. I must divine for truth as a dowser divines for hidden water or minerals.
I must learn how to tell truth from falsehood, illusion and self-delusion – and continually practice this art, by being my harshest critic and taskmaster and my most compassionate mentor and friend. I must develop a very sensitive bullshit detector and an expansive sense of empathy for the blind sleepwalkers all around me.
I can’t expect the world to make much impression on me if I’m living a half-waking dream all my life – if the reality revealed by my senses is always passing me by, drowned out by the incessant commentary always running through my mind. I have to be certain I’m awake to know I’m not dreaming a vivid fantasy.
I have to be here now if I want to actually experience my life. I have to be mindful of what’s really happening inside me and all around me. To do that, I have to stop my thoughts, or alternately separate my self from the eternal chatter of the surface veneer of my identity – the acculturated monkey mind and emotions that have grown with me since I was swimming in my mother’s womb.
I have to find a deeper wellspring within, beyond the unending entertainments that distract me from life itself. I have to silence the chatter or remove myself from its internal influence, by locating my self in the centre of the eternal cyclone of thought and emotion.
I have to know who it is who goes to sleep and wakes up every night and every day.
I have to know the true meaning of the word ‘meditation’, which has nothing whatever to do with thinking. I have to find out who it is that’s doing all the thinking – or being distracted by it!
I have to open my mind to all the things that the purblind natives of this dawning New Millennium deny and exclude from their blinkered tunneled visions – the realities filtered out by hidebound neo-feudal cultures that stubbornly refuse to observe anomalies, discrepancies and outright disproof of their common beliefs and quaint ‘scientific’ notions.
If I want to have a life I have to walk away from the screen when I finish reading this and explore reality – if my memory span extends that far!
If I am not the sum of my thoughts, beliefs, habits and culture, then what am I? What is within me that survives to carry on?
Am I a projection into this four dimensional TimeSpace, a partial expression of an expanded being, who simultaneously dwells throughout many other dimensions as well? Am I part of something and someone that dwells in all the hyperspaces and parallel continua that we know exist (in implicate, interconnected conjunction with the reality we can see, hear, feel, smell and taste with our terrestrial time-bound senses), from the observations of physics and the realities implicit in geometry? And from the subtle magic of synchronicity and coincidence…
When you realise your mind isn’t yours and your consciousness isn’t confined to the cave of your skull, it’s easy to see how an apparently finite, mortal, death-bound being could in fact be a virtual extension of something else entirely. You can access all these realms and dimensions by expanding y/our consciousness. And paradoxically, this is facilitated by concentrating on the smallest things – or nothing at all.
Staying alive and aware is a continual weaning process. Potty training only ends in infancy in primitive societies full of throwaway people with short lives and attention spans, whose purpose is simply to maintain a dreaming gene-pool. Gaining complete control of your breathing, digestive system, heartbeat, brain activity, fertility and all other physical parameters is well within the capabilities of most children. It’s the way out of the matrix.
Almost all those who could have taught us how to escape the prisons of our cultures by exploring our own nature were burned at the stake or stoned to death by our superstitious grandparents or forebears – but the techniques are implicit in the forms and functions of our bodies; a true seeker will always find a way, and will be helped along by the indivisible invisible hands of those who’ve preceded you, if your mind and heart are in the right place. In a universe where memory is truly ineradicable, lost techniques and memories can be recovered and resurrected.
In our primitive superstition-ridden cultures of the early New Millennium – in which people are automatically taught to be suspicious and afraid of their own bodies and sexuality – most humans don’t even know where their physical organs are located after a decade of ‘education’. How can we expect to have any idea of what we are when we’re encouraged not to look at (or touch) our selves or each other? How can we find our true nature (or even nature itself) if we allow ourselves to be continually distracted by bullshit and melodrama? Will we find ourselves in a sitcom or ‘reality’ show? Do clothes make the woman? How’s the attention span going?
If you want to be cleansed of unpleasant memories or the pitiful painful results of an unexamined life and self-destructive lifestyle, an easy way is to cut off all your sensory inputs. You can do this by staying in a sensory deprivation chamber, by taking opiates, by going to sleep or by dying. If you remain in a sensory deprivation chamber for a couple of weeks your mind will be washed clean – unless you’re particularly adept at meditation – and a womb makes an excellent sensory deprivation chamber, washing you in the warm waters of forgetfulness for months.
Some philosophers suggest that if people knew they were immortal, we’d all automatically be aware of the laws of karma and dharma and practice the Golden Rule. But immortality is no impediment to free will. We all have many of the same motivations to be creative, honourable and compassionate or cruel, uncaring and destructive, whether we have a small single life or a big multiplex one. Regardless of whether you’re immortal or not, the same ethical questions apply; and either way, you can’t leave yourself behind and wherever you go, there you are, for as long as you are you. It’s an excellent motivation for changing the things in yourself you aren’t comfortable with – and a terrible lesson for would-be suicides.
In the folklore of forgetfulness, the amnesiac is compelled to relive aspects of the events they have forgotten; he who forgets the lessons of his story is condemned to repeat them. Until full waking memory relinks the past with the future, the amnesiac is trapped in a cycle of repetition – and hell is often defined as repetition.
Yet immortality provides a wider and deeper perspective into the connectedness of all things and beings, and this does make a fundamental difference to our beliefs, motives and actions. In the absolute centre of the cyclone, I am you, and we are Divine.
Who are you again? Are you distracted yet? What’s that over there?
Your parents and grandparents were happy and satisfied to be lied to and cheated by those who still get away with stealing the wealth and knowledge of the Earth (and everywhere else) for themselves – are you?
Turn on. Tune in. Opt OUT! Find like-minded friends and work with them to free the world and free our Mind…
@ hermetic.blog.com/2008/03/4/ by R. Ayana
The photographers are trying to cut a slice in space and time, then preserve it in a two-dimensional surface. We sometimes call it the decisive moment that can be turned into a moment of eternity.
If you are shooting a scene with action or event, we understand the meaning of decision moment.
What about still life? How do we know it is the right time to click the shutter for a still life?
I know I am asking a crazy question. However I can assure you that you are not insane when you give me an answer to this. :o)
This is still life taken at Chinese bunker house at Britannia Shipyard. We have Doors Open event last weekend and many Richmond heritage sites are open to visits.
Happy Monday and great week ahead!
"Reason and imagination come together through metaphors." - Roland Barthes