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"In the depths of a cave the first artists in the history of humanity painted a masterpiece. Horses, lions, rhinos and other animals are captured in action running. Not far from the original cave, 36,000 years later, scientists, engineers and artists accomplished a unique feat by reconstructing the Chauvet - Pont D'Arc cave"
Doesn't he look terrifying...
He is over 14 years old and he is my 'favorite'. I have walked him almost two years now and we have had long and happy walks, now that he is 'elderly' we make our shorter walks still very determinedly and we still have the same spirit, heads and tails up, but we do not go so far anymore. But everything we do, we do very seriously.
He gets along with everybody and everydogy although some others may have doubts when they approach him first time, but he has the balance. He is a real champion.
I have been walking the rescue dogs in Apasa dog shelter in Javea, Spain. You want to see more dogs for example adoption look www.apasa.eu/ official website of the dog shelter.
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My impression of these birds as I stepped into the garage.. thing:
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT'S A HUMAN OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD"
And then I took a picture.
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None the less, this bridge is gorgeous but let me tell you it was terrifying!! This was taken at Plymouth Bluff in Columbus, MS. If you have never been it is incredibly beautiful. Thought my last step would be on that bridge!
Originally built in 1180 of Tournai limestone, and abandoned over time after stints as a home for royalty, a courthouse and a prison, it was restored in 1885. Today, this stone monolith features plenty of space to walk around, with a fascinating torture museum revealing terrifying devices actually used, including a guillotine.
I snapped this picture right after I lived through one of the more terrifying things I've ever seen.
First, some backstory: Jim and I had friends who boated on the most gorgeous yacht I'd ever seen from Chicago to New Buffalo for the weekend to see us. We were supposed to do dinner on Friday night, hang out, and then boat up the lake for lunch the next day and pretend to be pirates. Alright, so that last one was just my plan. But I digress.
Friday night we went to dinner, had a few drinks, and went back to the boat to hang out and work on some more white wine consumption. Eventually, it got late and we were all saying goodnight when our friend, let's call him R, fell inbetween the yacht and the cement wall that was the very end of the pier that the boat was tied up on.
This might not sound so scary unless you think about the logistics. This man is older (pushing 70) and had been drinking. He fell into a tiny space (maybe two feet wide at most) that went straight down between a solid cement wall and the side of the boat. It was a bad enough fall... but then there's the 20 feet or so of water that the boat sits in. If anyone were to attempt this fall for fun they'd be lucky to avoid breaking a bone or knocking themselves unconscious. It's just that narrow and dangerous.
It all happened in an instant. And suddenly everyone has dropped their glasses with a crash and run over to the side of the pier to shout at the water. It took a painfully long time for him to surface. Jim and I were both separately considering ditching the pants and shoes and going in after him while his wife called 911. We're both very strong swimmers.
Luckily, we didn't have to. He surfaced and then the issue became trying to get him out of that tiny space and back on the boat. The guys wanted to help pull him up the side the way he came by his arms and have him climb up the side of the boat.
He was in no condition to do that so cooler heads (my head) prevailed. I grabbed the life preserver, threw it at him, and dragged him around to the back of the boat where we dropped the ladder and pulled him, soaking wet and delirious, onto the boat.
It just goes to show you that anything can happen in an instant and it can be over in a flash with no warning whatsoever. Once I got over the adrenaline rush of organizing and saving and whathaveyou, I was quite shaken for the rest of the night. We said our goodbyes and hightailed it out of there, fully expecting that we weren't boating the next day at all.
Life is very fragile.
8/15/08
"The most brave and terrifying act of all-
To give ones heart"
just wanted to say sorry for not viewing much tonight had to go back to work today after a week off..
and its been so hectic so not much time to play flickr tonight..
i promise i will catch up asap with my flickr friends.........
have a great week and to let you know your in my heart........
Found this little guy in my window well. Cutie, but lots of fleas. He is happily eating in the woods now.
(It's a bunny)
when i was little i was equally enthralled by and terrified of the car wash. it seemed entirely plausible that the swaying tentacles could grapple you down to their sudsy underworld, especially if you left your window open just a crack. i secretly hoped that our shiny new car would perhaps emerge in an alternate universe, and was always sort of bummed to see that we were still outside of weidy's furniture in kingston, new york.
music: spirit in the sky by norman greenbaum
There are a lot of fears in my work – the terrifying tension of distance and closeness; the seesaw effect of anxiety and depression, calling my sanity into question. I always see the darkness by default, but I've never considered pessimism as an excuse for negativity. When we're young and strong, most of us reach a peak that we put on a pedestal for the rest of our lives. We fervently believe that everything after is inferior, the world goes downhill as we get older.
Consider the difference if you didn't start on top. I was an early outcast, an awkward reject living in my messy mind. Video games were my absolute refuge for years, endless adventures to save me from the unmanageable boredom and chaos of social interaction. For years, I thought a friend was someone you saw once and never again. I didn't realize that some folks continued connections for a lifetime – I'd never even made it a month. When I turned twenty, I made my first effort to bridge the gap between my heart and any other. Words and pictures were the first things that scraped me off the bottom.
So when old folks tell me of their golden youth, I sit calmly and tell them that my life got better with time. Not because of fate or faith, but from holding fast to hope. I was a miserable mess for so many years that I don't look back with nostalgia (but I remember everything). Sparks of joy are small and scattered, mostly when I was young and less aware. Time has told me that everything gets better if I believe it does. I feel it with my wife asleep next to me, in the knowledge of not being alone, in the whisper of low words after dark. I sense my life going somewhere, and the whole world comes along. Tomorrow is always more eager than today.
En un principio temía no poder atrapar esta hermosa y escurridiza mariposa. Intente varias veces, hasta que lo conseguí. Sentía el roce de sus alas con mis manos, aleteaba. Era preciosa, todo lo que siempre quise. Pero ahora me doy cuenta de que contengo entre mis manos una aterradora belleza. ¿Se podrá escapar algún día? ¿Y si por accidente abro mis manos y se va?
¿Como puede saber el árbol si ha conseguido la luna? ¿La posee en verdad o es solo una ilusión?
Maldito terror! Mas bendita belleza...
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No me gusta mucho eso de poner los nombres en las fotos, me encanta poder ver toda la imagen, pero bueno, mi hermana me aconsejó que lo hiciera, y como siempre me cuida le hice caso, en fin.
"Where's Walter," I mused one evening. Looked over and found him frozen in terror - despite the angle making her look huge, she's less than half his size...
starting now, i’m starting over. to be the transformation is the only way to be assured of its certainty. terrifying hypotheticals and treacherous peaks lay ahead, but none so brutal as the talus which has already crumbled beneath my trusting steps. i am undone and done up anew in a single breath i have been trying to breathe for years. it is horrible, yet fascinating, this struggle between a set purpose and an utterly exhausted frame.
i apologize that this description is going to be so long. this is my official thank you so much to each and every one of you who has commented on my stream lately. i am so sorry i haven't had much time to tell you all how much i love the work you are all putting out lately. i do look, it just seems to be getting harder and harder to find the time to write down my feelings. i promise that i will get better in the very near future. well, maybe not very near...but near enough. that transformation i've been longing for is coming, and i am so excited i can hardly stand it. it will be a struggle, but it will be so worth it.
i love you all so much.
and it's only doubts that we're counting
on fingers broken long ago
i read with every broken heart we should become more adventurous
and if you banish me from your profits
and if i get banished from the kingdom up above
i'd sacrifice money and heaven all for love
let me be loved, let me be loved
and if my brain quits, well i guess then that's just it
and if my hands stop working you can call me lazy
and if i get pregnant, i guess i'll just have the baby
let it be loved, let me be loved
i've been trying to nod my head, but it's like i've got a broken neck
wanting to say "i will" as my last testament
for me to be saved and you to be brave
we don't have to walk down that aisle
'cause if marriage ain't enough
well at least we'll be loved
i felt the wind on my cheek coming down from the east
and thought about how we are all as numerous as leaves on trees
and maybe ours is the cause of all mankind
give love to make more, try to stay alive
i've been trying to nod my head, but it's like i've got a broken neck
wanting to say "i will" as my last testament
for you to be saved and me to be brave
we don't have to walk down that aisle
'cause if marriage ain't enough
well at least we'll be loved
--more adventurous
by rilo kiley
oh! and it's still wednesday here! i didn't even realize...hbw everyone. :)
august 20, 2008
The wind was so strong that the trees were almost horizontal. I ventured out and saw a storm front like I had never seen. Looked like the world might come to an end. Terrifying and exciting!!!
After wished I would have had included more of those trees at the bottom to show the winds strength and scale. The little light coloured thing, bottom right is the transformer on a telephone pole. This was hand held in low light.
You might be wondering why I would choose this picture for this name, and also the song. The way I look at this flower is it is showing only part of itself, the inside still hiding a little. Recently, I opened up to someone about something special, I did not get the response I thought... well, I guess I thought it would be the response but I wanted this person to know how I felt no matter what the outcome was because it was my true feelings and I don't think you should hide them, like I have been, and like I usually do.
This song, Terrified, is wonderful, it is by Kara DioGuardi, of American Idol and explains some of my feelings.
You by the light
Is the greatest find
In a world
Full of wrong
Your the thing that's right
Finally made it
Through the lonely
To the other side
You set it again
My hearts in motion
Every word feels
Like a shooting star
I'm at the edge of my emotions
Watching the shadows
Burning in the dark
And I'm in love
And I'm terrified
For the first time
And the last time
In my only life
Life
This could be good
It's already better than that
And nothings worse
Than knowing your holding back
I could be all that you need
If you let me try
I only said it 'cause I mean it
Oh I only mean it
'Cause it's true
So don't you tear
What I've been dreaming
'Cause it keeps me up
And holds me close
Whenever I'm without you
-Kara DioGuardi
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This picture was taken right before the last tea house before the top of the mountain, two kilometers distance.
It would be less than informative to say that I am terrified of heights. More specifically I am panicked and frightened by narrow and steep places, think of Jimmy Stewart in Vertigo. I have been like this since as far back as I can remember. My mother will confirm that she can find no physical reason for this, no incident or trauma in my childhood that would cause such a deep and acute phobia.
When I was a child it was any high place under any circumstance, regardless of safety or rational thought; a step later could reduce me to tears. It was a great relief in childhood when we decided to take an elevator instead of an escalator (as long as of course the elevator wasn't glass).
I have slowly gotten much better. I didn't go on my first rollercoaster until I was seventeen, and even then and now I still refuse to go on any coaster that isn't made of wood. I watched NCAA tournament games at the Mellon Arena in a cold sweat from the upper levels. Last year I was a stone faced bundle of nerves starring at the floor of the Monogahela Incline as we took our friend up to Mount Washington. I was a freaked and tight lipped little girl for the first 30 minutes of Charlie and Chocolate factory at the Carnegie Science Center's IMAX theater. Airplanes do not phase me, but I still draw the line at Ferris Wheels. I can handle the idea of being in a high place as long as the threat of falling is rationally far from the picture but I am still panicked.
Thus staircases are generally the worst offender. To be more specific staircases without sturdy waist-high railings that have spaced planks of wood for steps and are wet and muddy from a morning filled with mist. I think you can see where this is going...
I Know, Im supposed to put a self portrait here, but I already have a few so I went with this one..
You must view this large to see all the details.
The dragonfly is eating an insect,
Alright, so now about me...
Hmm how to start.
1. I know its going to be a shock but,,, I am TERRIFIED of insects. Yes thats right I am afraid of them.. I dont know how I manage to get their photo. They are fascinating creatures, but I prefer to stay away.
2. One huge excemption to #1.. I love butterflies.. I think they are beautiful. Thats why I always wear one.. You can find them on my logos, my home, my office... you get the point.. :D
3. I am a very strong believer that things happen for a reason. Its like that saying " whatever doesnt kill you, makes you stronger"..
4. I like all colors but my favorite is purple..I even have my room painted purple. I know, its weird, but thats me.
5. I beleive that people are good deep inside, even if they have done something wrong. I care about everyone in my life, even if they have hurt me. I always put everyone else's needs before my own.
6. My son Adrian is my strengh that keeps me going day by day.. without him, I dont know where I would be. I thank God everyday for giving me my son. Let me tell you, its hard, but when you come home from a very stressful day at work and you hear that 'Mommy your here" and see him with arms open wide, everything dissappears and its just Adrian and I. Its all worth the fight :D
7.. I was born in November. I am a scorpio, just like my friend Rashid ( who btw tagged me).
8. I love nature and animals. I belong to the Peta organization, I really dont like it when I see someone being cruel to an animal. I love to go out for walks and be outside. No BUGS though :P. I love the water. Always wanted to live close to a river.
9. I love music, singing is one of my hobbies. All types of music is fine.. as long as it has a good melody.
10. Finally.... I want to travel all over the world. Experiencing new cultures and meeting new people seems very exciting to me.
Ohh wow Finally Im done. It took me forever to finish..
Ok im back with the people i want to tag..(mmwwuahahaha)
1. Cheetu: www.flickr.com/photos/26432590@N02/
2. Sammy: www.flickr.com/photos/26477941@N02/
3. Khawar: www.flickr.com/photos/33423399@N06/
4. Valentin: www.flickr.com/photos/valentinhue/
5. Heradia: www.flickr.com/photos/heradia/
6. Saangeta: www.flickr.com/photos/sangeeta08/
7. RASHID: (again :P) www.flickr.com/photos/rashid4u/
8. David: www.flickr.com/photos/dsmphoto/
9. Chobiwala: www.flickr.com/photos/chobiwala/
10. Miss Angela: www.flickr.com/photos/angelacphotography/
11. Baby Smak: www.flickr.com/photos/smakk/
Lets see how many of you guys do the tag..
So this is a little about me.
Have a wonderful day everyone.
~*Visha*~
APEX NC: Through the blur of a torrential downpour and our dirty bedroom windows you can see two men who were in the midst of installing a new roof on our neighbor's house. What you can't see are frequent bursts of lightning and more frequent spine-tingling explosions of thunder.
I think it is safe to say that they ignored the warnings about this storm and they found themselves pinned up against the wall with no safe way to get down. Once the storm passed they got off the roof, got changed, and returned to the job.
This area is a hot spot for lightning strikes. On different occasions I've lost 100' tulip and pine trees and a PC. These guys could have lost their lives.
There was nothing I could do . . . but take this photo.
All over the capital, the Arirang adverts (« Grand mass gymnastic and artistic performance », « Welcome to Pyongyang » and so on) warn the profane…Between August and October, takes place one of the biggest and most impressive performances in the world. The tone is set : even the Beijing Olympics ceremony can’t compete with the mass games organized by the Democratic People's Republic of Korea (DPRK). The show is held several times a week and welcomes tourists from all over the World, including the US, in one of the most isolated and despised country on earth. The well-called « mass games » are designed to emphasize group dynamics rather than individual performances as the supreme emblem of communism. Prepared by hundred of thousands performers all along the year, after their classes for the youngest of them, they are entirely dedicated to the NK’s leader Kim Jong Il and his deceased father Kim Il Sung, considered as the « Eternal president » and « sun of the 21st century »…
In the surroundings of Pyongyang's May Day giant Stadium, two girls are running to perform for the Arirang show. They are already dressed in their gymnastic outfits, as well as some 100,000 others who participate to the performance. They all come to honour their self-proclaimed « dear leader » Kim Jong Il, after a very hard and gruelling training, since their earliest age. Yet, it has been many years that Kim Jong Il has not shown up, formally for business reasons. But officials now admit the western medias’ assertions of illness. Anyways, Kim Jong Il or not, the mass games are held every year in Pyongyang, as a means for the regime to show to the entire world the country’s strength and good shape. To reach this sole purpose, not less than 100,000 people are involved in a choreographed show of simultaneous dancing and gymnastics. Many symbols are displayed by thousands of trained athlets, whether they are adults or even children. Hand over their heart, the young pupils sing in chorus "We are the happiest children in the world", one of the famous propaganda songs in North Korea. Many dancers make movements either with ribbons or colourful flowers named « kimjonglias » after the leader Kim Jong Il. All along the show, a live band plays a ceremonious music.
On the background, some 20,000 young koreans sit on the terraces, facing the spectators. They flip coloured cards at a high speed to form a fresco of animated and detailed images, changing from one to another. Each time they turn the page to create a new giant picture, they cry out. It creates a awe-inspiring atmosphere, as the shout is mixed with the noise of thousands of pages turned at the same moment. The figures are stunning : to compose these images, 2000 children are needed to make only one soldier, 20,000 for a north korean flag. Hiding a much more grim reality, the panels represent Pyongyang enlightened by night, wheat fields ready for harvest, scientists at work, atoms as symbols of the nuclear bomb and others for the reunification of two Koreas. One of the North Korea’s myths (history according to them) is recounted by the means of a huge image made by thousands of children. It represents the two pistols reportedly used by Kim Il Sung, when he founded the Anti-Japanese People’s Guerrilla Army in 1932. When the pistols appear, the audience applauses loudly. Among them, many soldiers attend the show as the ultimate award after years of good and faithful service.The thousands and thousands of boys and girls involved create a giant mass movement in the stadium which leaves the public stunned. These talented performers are used to that kind of performance: in North Korea they have to dance, sing, jump and spin around as many times as there are celebrations, always in praise of their leaders. There are mainly two sorts of shows. The first one is the classical artistic show, named "Arirang" after the famous korean folk song (whose story sometimes changes, but most often recounts the legend of a disappointed woman who hopes that her lover will return to her –metaphor of the break-up with South Korea). The second one is a more political show, which was untitled in 2008 "Prosper our country" and intended to show the country’s greatest achievements and its struggle against the foreign oppressors.
The show continues in the same way for one hour. Thereafter, the thousands of people present vanish in the dark and silent streets of Pyongyang, which contrast with the flood of lights and music in the stadium. Within the space of a few hours, it gives us a a strange feeling, between the real and unreal, of another universe both terrifying and fantastic.
Dans toute la ville, les publicités d’Arirang (« Grande représentation gymnastique et artistique de masse », « Bienvenue à Pyongyang » etc.) mettent le profane en garde …Entre août et octobre, a lieu l’une des plus grandes et impressionnantes représentations au monde. Le ton est donné : pas même la cérémonie des Jeux de Pékin ne peut rivaliser avec les mass games organisés par la République Démocratique Populaire de Corée (RDPC). Le spectacle se tient plusieurs fois par semaine et accueille des touristes du monde entier, y compris des Etats-Unis, dans l’un des pays les plus isolés et méprisés sur terre. Les biens nommés mass games (« mouvements de masse») sont conçus pour mettre en avant les dynamiques de groupe plutôt que les performances individuelles comme emblème suprême du communisme. Préparés par des centaines de milliers d’artistes tout au long de l’année, après les cours pour les plus jeunes d’entre eux, les jeux sont entièrement dédiés au leader de la Corée du Nord, Kim Jong Il, et feu son père Kim Il Sung, considéré comme l’ « Eternel président » et « soleil du 21ème siècle »…
Aux environs du Stade géant May Day de Pyongyang, deux filles courent pour participer au spectacle de Arirang. Elles sont déjà en costume de gymnastique, tout comme quelque 100 000 autres qui participent à la représentation. Tous viennent pour honorer leur autoproclamé « cher leader » Kim Jong Il, après un très difficile et éprouvant entraînement, depuis leur plus jeune âge. Pourtant, cela fait plusieurs années que Kim Jong Il ne s’est pas montré, formellement pour des raisons professionnelles. Mais des officiels admettent les assertions des médias occidentaux sur sa maladie. Quoi qu’il en soit, Kim Jong Il ou pas, les jeux de masse ont lieu chaque année à Pyongyang, comme moyen pour le régime de montrer au monde entier la puissance et bonne santé du pays. Pour atteindre ce seul but, pas moins de 100 000 personnes sont engagées dans une chorégraphie de danses et gymnastiques synchronisées. De nombreux symboles sont affichés par des milliers d’athlètes entraînés, qu’il s’agisse d’adultes ou même d’enfants. Main sur le cœur, les jeunes élèves chantent en chœur « Nous sommes les enfants les plus heureux du monde », l’une des chansons de propagande les plus connues en Corée du Nord. De nombreux danseurs font des mouvements avec des rubans ou avec des fleurs colorées appelées « kimjonglias », du nom du leader Kim Jong Il. Tout le long du spectacle, un orchestre joue une musique solennelle.
À l’arrière-plan, quelque 20 000 jeunes coréens sont assis sur les gradins, faisant face aux spectateurs. Ils retournent des cartes colorées à une grande vitesse pour former une fresque d’images animées et détaillées, changeant de l’une à l’autre. Chaque fois qu’ils tournent la page pour créer une nouvelle illustration, ils crient. Cela crée une atmosphère impressionnante, le cri étant mêlé avec le bruit de milliers de pages tournées au même moment. Les chiffres sont stupéfiants : pour composer ces images, 2000 enfants sont nécessaires pour faire un seul soldat, 20 000 pour un drapeau de la Corée du Nord. Cachant une réalité bien plus dure, les panneaux représentent Pyongyang éclairée la nuit, des champs de blé prêt à être récolté, des scientifiques au travail, des atomes comme symboles de la bombe nucléaire et d’autres pour la réunification des deux Corées. L’un des mythes de Corée du Nord (ou histoire selon eux) est relaté au moyen d’une image gigantesque faite par des milliers d’enfants. Elle représente les deux pistolets que Kim Il Sung aurait utilisés quand il a fondé l’armée de guérilla populaire anti-japonaise en 1932. Lorsque les deux pistolets apparaissent, le public applaudit bruyamment. Parmi eux, de nombreux soldats assistent au spectacle comme récompense ultime après des années de bons et loyaux services. Les milliers et milliers de garçons et de filles participant créent un mouvement de masse géant dans le stade, qui laisse le public ébahi. Ces artistes talentueux sont coutumiers de ce type de représentation : en Corée du Nord ils doivent danser, chanter, sauter et virevolter autant de fois qu’il y a de célébrations, toujours à la gloire de leurs chefs. Il existe principalement deux sortes de spectacles. Le premier est le spectacle classique artistique, appelé « Arirang » d’après la célèbre chanson folklorique coréenne (dont l’histoire quelques fois change, mais qui raconte le plus souvent la légende d’une femme déçue qui espère que son amant lui reviendra –métaphore de la séparation avec la Corée du Sud). Le second est un spectacle plus politique, qui était intitulé en 2008 « Que prospère notre pays » et qui tentait de montrer les plus grandes réalisations du pays et sa lutte contre les oppresseurs étrangers.
Le spectacle continue de cette façon pendant une heure. Ensuite, les milliers de personnes présentes disparaissent dans les rues sombres et silencieuses de Pyongyang, ce qui contraste avec le déluge de lumières et de musique dans le stade. En l’espace de quelques heures, cela nous donne un étrange sentiment, entre le réel et l’irréel, d’un autre univers à la fois terrifiant et fantastique.
© Eric Lafforgue