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If you go into the woods today you are in for a cute surprise. Unfortunately this was a bigger display but thoughtless jerks seem to take delight in thrashing it.
I had put these five photos aside when I recently deleted a few more photos from my computer. Gradually, I will add the description that I had written under a different posted photo taken on the same day.
Recently, I haven't been posting as many photos as I usually do. With snow in the forecast, I needed to get out and stock up with food, especially, and see to other important errands. Clearing the snow off my car is going to be painful and almost impossible with my damaged shoulder rotator cuff, plus I now have two painful arms, ha, as I was finally able to go and get the most recent COVID-19 booster shot (Pfizer) two days ago. Today, 2 November 2022, it snowed all morning.
"On 12 May 2012, I spent a wonderful (17 hour!) day of scenery and bears, thanks to friends who so kindly invited me along with them! We even spent some of the time in B.C. (British Columbia), the next province to our west, and were so lucky to see six bears in total, including a female Black Bear and her two gorgeous cubs. One of her little ones was a Cinnamon Bear, which you don't see very often.
Our first Bear was a Black Bear that looked rather like a huge rock in the distance. The second sighting was an adult Cinnamon Bear, after which we saw an adult Black Bear. The final sighting was this beautiful family of Mum with her two cubs. None of the Bears approached cars, hoping for food. They quietly went about their feeding, for the most part without even lifting their eyes from the ground.
The usual "thoughtless" people were there, too, getting out of their cars and approaching, so that they could get closer photos. Of course, these cubs were so cute, but all these Bears are wild and wildlife tends to be unpredictable. You really would think that people could keep this in mind and not approach, but stay safely in their cars - and give the animals plenty of space and respect.
The weather was so good that day, but the sun was very harsh and played havoc with my images. However, I will pick out a few of the "better" ones and gradually post them. Thanks SO much for such an amazing day out - it was so much fun, and I can't thank you enough for giving me the chance to see (and photograph) these wild animals that were so busy going about their lives. Perhaps I should add that I used full zoom (32x), lol!!! I did crop this particular image a little. Another thing I'll add is that I only remember ever seeing one Bear and that must have been 30 or 32 years ago!"
In the heart of the city, nestled within the labyrinthine alleys, there stood a small, inconspicuous bar known as "The Good Bar." Its dimly lit interior and vintage decor drew patrons seeking refuge from the chaos of the outside world. Yet, beneath the guise of a quaint local haunt, a female vampire named Quinn found her hunting ground.
Quinn was a creature of the night, blessed with timeless beauty and cursed with an insatiable thirst for blood. Her auburn hair framed her porcelain skin, and her green eyes shone with a predatory glint. Over the centuries, she had perfected the art of blending in with humans, masking her true nature with a veneer of charm and grace.
Each night, she prowled the city, her senses attuned to the whispers of the night. The Good Bar was her preferred hunting ground, a place where loneliness and desperation mingled in the air, making it easy to find willing prey. She would slip inside, her presence unnoticed as she moved among the patrons, her crimson lips curling into a seductive smile.
On one fateful evening, Quinn’s gaze landed on an appearing lonely soul named Benjamin, nursing his whiskey at the far end of the bar. He had the melancholic aura she craved—a soul ripe for her taking. With the grace of a siren, she approached him, her voice like honey as she struck up a conversation. As they conversed, she could tell there was something different about him even if she couldn’t quite place what it was, and she could sense his watchful eyes upon her. Benjamin, readily engaged in conversation. They shared stories and laughter, his guard appearing to lower with each passing minute. As the night wore on, the more they spoke, the more intrigued Quinn became. His knowledge of the occult and the supernatural fascinated her, making her question the danger she might be inviting. With a gentle touch, Quinn whispered in his ear, "Would you like to see something truly extraordinary?" Benjamin nodded eagerly and taking his hand she led him out of the bar, their footsteps echoing in the deserted alleyways as they made their way to her apartment building. As they approached her apartment door, the anticipation hung in the air like an electric charge. The tension grew palpable as Quinn reached for the doorknob. Benjamin watched her every move.
As the door creaked open, revealing the enigmatic world within…
**Wrote by Harper Blackwood
A softened version of an older shot becomes more painterly. This was a cold and quiet shot from the beach next to Saint Augustine Beach Pier.
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oceans are dreams (jhwatkins)
Oceans are dreams, that rise and fall
beyond the conscious mind.
Vast volumed vaults transitioning-
rolling ridges ranging high.
Joined with all creation dance,
like liquid living beings-
quiet, dark depths of passion fire-
eternally careening.
Held in viscous vision,
caught between the separate worlds-
all heaven and earthy creature-
floating figured forms unfurled.
Ghosts-aglow and gaping-
gathered gremlins, timeless trails-
beyond all thought or reason-
hidden highways, watery veils.
Desperate, driven, hungry hunters-
casual commerce-bloody blades.
Liquid-larcened fathoms fallen,
fevered fits in cavalcade.
Contrasts, calm and constant-
consumation, cold desire-
carefully crushed by eons,
in vile volcanic fire.
Down some corridor they creep-
until in rest revealed-
unto the doubting dreamers-
caustic children, filled with fear.
Decisioned paths of plans performed,
adrift in thoughtless themes.
Gathered golden wisdom,
wrapped in scientific schemes.
Predetermined, parliamentary,
railing posted parts prevail-
racked with frail-formed falsities
in fictional detail.
Loving lost the guide unseen
that rules the changeless world-
and brings us back to view the sea
in vision's vacuumed swirl.
Childlike faith-vast beauty breathed,
an author, bold and bare-
for silence sake, stark stepping stones-
it's wealth unfolding fair.
Troll the tame and turning tide,
that flows in measured ebb.
Rolled rhythmic rows of constancy
in concentrated web.
Held hot the hidden history,
revealing holy fare-
formed fellowships and mysteries-
plain patterns painted there.
To see the unseen signature-
to touch the untouched realm-
to gaze at guardian glory...
graced...
by Starred..
Ascending..
Stair.
James watkins (April 2004)
A Bard's Epitaph
Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
Let him draw near;
And owre this grassy heap sing dool,
And drap a tear.
Is there a bard of rustic song,
Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,
That weekly this area throng,
O, pass not by!
But, with a frater-feeling strong,
Here, heave a sigh.
Is there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
Wild as the wave,
Here pause-and, thro' the starting tear,
Survey this grave.
The poor inhabitant below
Was quick to learn the wise to know,
And keenly felt the friendly glow,
And softer flame;
But thoughtless follies laid him low,
And stain'd his name!
Reader, attend! whether thy soul
Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,
Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit:
Know, prudent, cautious, self-control
Is wisdom's root.
Robert Burns
"Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity." -Oscar Wilde (from The Picture of Dorian Gray)
I'm reading this book right now and I really, really love it!! Anyways, it got me to thinking how even the things you love the most, the things that bring so much light into your life can sometimes make you feel the worst if something goes wrong just because of how much it means to you. Like with this quote, the main character values his friendship with Dorian Gray so incredibly much that when Gray doesn't treat him so well, it really damages the way he feels because he thinks about every moment and move he makes when they are together.
On a happier note, I am incredibly excited! I just found out this week that I got accepted to the University of the Arts summer program! So I get to spend my summer in Philly making art and learning on a college level, I am soooo PUMPED! (and a little nervous) Hope Spring is going well for everyone, its definitely the best season:)
In spite of the weather...rain, wind...the beauty of this area still shines.
This is Cannon Beach, OR about an hour before low tide. The truck in the background next to the Haystack Rock is from the Oregon Aquarium to educate people on the rock and sea life (read: people are thoughtless and might kill themselves and the creatures surrounding the rock).
Shortly after I took this 4 image pano, it starting raining and blowing with a vengeance...so we headed back to the Jeep.
“It’s not the photographer who makes the picture, but the person being photographed.”
— Sebastiao Salgado
This is an image of the Cuba ballarnia Grettell Lastre Casuso.
This image is a bout a second aprt form the previous image.
The day I stopped taking the photograph and let the photograph take me is the day my images improved. Is technique important..yes.Is knowing everything there is to know about your camera and the process important....again yes. But the goal is tho reach the place of thoughtful thoughtless thought. Where you go along for the ride and let the unconscious mind handle the heavy lifting.
I just show up and leave my self open to receive the gift of what is in front of me.
I am only as good as the the subject in front of me. I never really take a photograph. They always take me.
There is a powerful advantage to a camera that can focus at the speed of life and that is more silent than a breath held expectant. You can truly create a place when the spirt of the subject can hide in your camera/
There is no camera system that has a better or more powerful one. This image was was shot using highlight center metering.
Shot with the AMAZING Z9. The Z9 is more camera than I am photographer.
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The fence beneath the alcove marks the pictograph panel in Black Dragon Canyon.
Someone took it upon themselves to outline the pictograph of the dragons with white chalk, marring the esthetic impact of the ancient art--so disappointing. I am not inclined to share the intriguing art besmirched by a thoughtless vandal.
Red fronted Parakeet ( cynoramphus novaezelandiae ) You will not see this sight on mainland NZ ( Ground feeding ) as predators bought to this country by thoughtless primates have all but destroyed the balance that once was....
A few more photos from my archives, before deleting them from my computer. I am adding the description that I wrote under a previously posted photo taken the same day.
Mom had two cubs; one black and one cinnamon. Needless to say, taken from the car.
"On 12 May 2012, I spent a wonderful (17 hour!) day of scenery and bears, thanks to friends who so kindly invited me along with them! We even spent some of the time in B.C. (British Columbia), the next province to our west, and were so lucky to see six bears in total, including this Black Bear and her two gorgeous cubs. As you can see, one of her little ones was a Cinnamon Bear, which you don't see very often.
Our first Bear was a Black Bear that looked rather like a huge rock in the distance. The second sighting was an adult Cinnamon Bear, after which we saw an adult Black Bear. The final sighting was this beautiful family of Mum with her two cubs. None of the Bears approached cars, hoping for food. They quietly went about their feeding, for the most part without even lifting their eyes from the ground.
The usual "thoughtless" people were there, too, getting out of their cars and approaching, so that they could get closer photos. Of course, these cubs were so cute, but all these Bears are wild and wildlife tends to be unpredictable. You really would think that people could keep this in mind and not approach, but stay safely in their cars - and give the animals plenty of space and respect.
The weather was so good that day, but the sun was very harsh and played havoc with my images. However, I will pick out a few of the "better" ones and gradually post them. Thanks SO much for such an amazing day out - it was so much fun, and I can't thank you enough for giving me the chance to see (and photograph) these wild animals that were so busy going about their lives. Perhaps I should add that I used full zoom (32x), lol!!! I did crop this particular image a little. Another thing I'll add is that I only remember ever seeing one Bear and that must have been 30 or 32 years ago!"
The sculpture, made from over 100,000 seized blades, was specifically created to highlight the negative effects of violent behaviour whilst solidifying our critical need for social change. Not only does the Angel act as a catalyst for turning the tide on violent and aggressive behaviour, but it is also acts as a beautiful memorial designed to celebrate those lives who have been lost through these violent and thoughtless actions.
Quoting Wikipedia, "The Temple Church is a late 12th-century church in the City of London located between Fleet Street and the River Thames, built by the Knights Templar as their English headquarters". It is a church I discovered in a (at least for me) unusual way: it was mentioned in the notorious Dan Brown's novel 'The Da Vinci's Code'.
Now, while I totally agree with Salman Rushdie's opinion "A novel so bad that it gives bad novels a bad name", and someone's else statement that his "writing is not just bad; it is staggeringly, clumsily, thoughtlessly, almost ingeniously bad" and I will add that when you read at least two Brown's books you are confronted with the same main character described exactly in the same way with a style awfully full of stereotypes, I must admit I read the book at an unbelieavable speed (meaning the plot evidently got me me going on) and, on top of that, revived my interest for some London locations I had not been in a long time (Westminster Abbey) or introduced me to some interesting buildings I never had heard of before. Like the Temple Church.
You do not need to be still a kid in order to have your curiosity awakened by a church built like a fortress in the Palestinian desert. And once inside the church you are going to enjoy for sure the tombs and the weird grotesque heads on the walls.
So, thanks Dan Brown for your turistical suggestions, a bit less for your writing style. but since you sold a lot I suppose you won't bother too much about the latter point :)
《《《《《 ///BEGIN LOG\\\ 》》》》》
It's said no one can hear you scream in the jungle.
Let me add no one can see you die either.
Firefek.
I was planning to take it easy this time around.
You know, looking good and buff, telling all the rookies what to do, ya know the drill.
But, our friend war here decided to shake things up a bit. Too boring for him, eh?
So first our cruiser blew up.
I hate to say it but we were a bunch of bantha fodder. Plain and simple. How do you get outsmarted by a kriffing piece of metal?
Another remark to add to the book of life.
Then, as the Endurance careened on its final endeavor, we plunged through the smooth, even magical, misty exterior of the planet's atmosphere.
I'm almost sure the cramped conditions and stuffy air vanished as we plummeted through an ocean of green, green, and more green; I'd never seen a planet so full of life.
It's the mission a clone always wished for.
But.
I felt something.
Even after I dismissed the feeling as simply a matter of stress, it never went away.
I faithfully carried out my orders, yet everything seemed.... ambiguous... and dark.
Command and unlinked us and informed we had to enter the catacombs, the bowels of the temple.
This is easily the first time I questioned an order; the uneasiness this planet gave me... it was worse than the chills Kamino's torrential rains gave me after a training day.
It did not help me clear my mind.
The planet's looming presence revolved around me, filling the gaps of the crumbling pieces of the ancient site, as my squad and I made our way under the monolith structure.
They had warned us about a.... thing.
An artifact.
An artifact of evil.
Of the Sith.
That word burned my memory with piercing familiarity.
I remember, some time ago, the dreaded screams and yells of terror, from fallen comrades, sounding the alarm of..... such a treacherous being.
It was the Sith.
"Sir, we've reached a fork in the tunnel system."
"The coordinates failed to upload on my receiver; did Command specify the pillar's location?"
Sabre's comment woke me from my thoughts.
"Er-umm-uh yes...uh yes Lieutenant. It's the right entrance. Stay close behind."
Wait.
Was it right?
Or was it left?
Was right right or wrong?
Was left wrong?
Was right the right wrong or left....
"STOP!!"
"Sir what is it?"
"Take your blasters, and set then from stun to the highest level of fire."
"Sir, Command told us to set it on stu-
"I DON'T CARE WHAT KRIFFING COMMAND SAID!!
I breathed heavily.
"That's an order, soldier."
"...."
"Yes Sir."
Something is wrong.
This isn't right.
I gotta stop this...
No.
Everything is fine.
Command is full of egotistical higher ups.
They just want you to die on this planet.
They're using you.
You're nothing but a clone.
A mindless, idiotical, thoughtless, expendable,
Being.
You don't have to place the charges.
The temple is not threat.
Nothing is here.
Nothing but death.
No.
No.
No.
What is this?
Who are you?
Are you for us or against us?
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
OUT
GET OF GET
OUT MY
GET HEAD MY
MY HEAD
OUT.
OF.
MY.
HEAD.
There is nothing here.
You don't have to place the charges.
There's no need.
Just stop.
Discard the charges.
Kill your men.
Kill yourself.
Just
l e t
g o
I- j-just c-can't. ...
Just let go....
B-but, I-I just couldn't...
LET GO....
NO.
NO.
NO.
Stupid imbecile.
Weakling.
You could have lived.... longer.
But now.... now you will pay.
It was gone.
I could think.
I could feel.
I could reason.
"Tango, Ratchet, Fuse, guard the entrance.
Sabre, come with me."
I went to place the detonators to finally get out of this place.
Firefek.
Water had splattered all over the charges.
Ya would think they'd make these things waterproof.
"Sabre, ya have any spare charges?"
"Always do Sir."
"Here ya g-"
"Wait!"
*cc-rree-aAAAKkkk...*
I feel it.
It's coming.
I felt the walls, the floor, the ceiling tremble.
The ground was cracking.
"Sabre, I want you to get out of here right now!"
"But Sir you-"
"SABRE!
It's coming.
Lead the squad.
You know what to do."
"I can't do it Sir!"
It's getting closer.
I feel it under my boots, around me, above me.
"You must.
This is my resting place."
I've run the good race.
Fought the good fight.
I've-
*CRASH*
It's broke through the wall with violent force, demolishing it.
So much was it's power it knocked us down.
Its red eye stared at me with the glare of death, straight into my soul.
"GO!!
BEFORE IT'S TOO LA-"
I was flying through the air.
"SIR!!"
I slammed against the cold stone wall.
No one said dying would be easy.
"G-g-ggo," was all I managed to whisper... as again I was hurled and knocked flat.
This is it.
Goodbye.
I saw the blood red light intensify.
Then, somehow, I saw it fade away and a pure light appear.
"Take care of them, as you did for me."
Then black.
《《《《《///ENDLOG\\\》》》》》
Final log uploaded by CL-4712, "Havoc."
Status: Unknown: MIA, assumed to be KIA.
Stylin:
Top-[Traume] Thoughtless Shirt Black -
Hair Base-Volkstone Kobel Hairbase / Pack Black V1
Necklace-UKIYO : ivar choker [FATPACK]
Nails-.STOIC. . MANICURED CLAWS
Since I was in Kingston for a brief while this afternoon, I thought I'd visit an old friend.
Apparently, the sculpture was restored last year, after construction work nearby had completed. Unfortunately, this has still not stopped people from climbing on it, and it is, once again, being damaged by thoughtless idiots...
oceans are dreams (James watkins) not hdr
Oceans are dreams, that rise and fall
beyond the conscious mind.
Vast volumed vaults transitioning-
rolling ridges ranging high.
Joined with all creation dance,
like liquid living beings-
quiet, dark depths of passion fire-
eternally careening.
Held in viscous vision,
caught between the separate worlds-
all heaven and earthy creature-
floating figured forms unfurled.
Ghosts-aglow and gaping-
gathered gremlins, timeless trails-
beyond all thought or reason-
hidden highways, watery veils.
Desperate, driven, hungry hunters-
casual commerce-bloody blades.
Liquid-larcened fathoms fallen,
fevered fits in cavalcade.
Contrasts, calm and constant-
consumation, cold desire-
carefully crushed by eons,
in vile volcanic fire.
Down some corridor they creep-
until in rest revealed-
unto the doubting dreamers-
caustic children, filled with fear.
Decisioned paths of plans performed,
adrift in thoughtless themes.
Gathered golden wisdom,
wrapped in scientific schemes.
Predetermined, parliamentary,
railing posted parts prevail-
racked with frail-formed falsities
in fictional detail.
Loving lost the guide unseen
that rules the changeless world-
and brings us back to view the sea
in vision's vacuumed swirl.
Childlike faith-vast beauty breathed,
an author, bold and bare-
for silence sake, stark stepping stones-
it's wealth unfolding fair.
Troll the tame and turning tide,
that flows in measured ebb.
Rolled rhythmic rows of constancy
in concentrated web.
Held hot the hidden history,
revealing holy fare-
formed fellowships and mysteries-
plain patterns painted there.
To see the unseen signature-
to touch the untouched realm-
to gaze at guardian glory, graced
by starred..Ascending..
Stair.
James watkins (April 2004)
I stop running and stillness descends,
enveloping with gentleness.
Self-avoidance through self-expression.
Colored lights of others' expressed selves
flickr on my face.
I participate.
My taste, my view, my creativity.
How many of the illusory I's
have we solidified today?
Distractions are transient
yet helpful.
They deplete vitality
and allow thoughtlessness.
Full speed I run into stillness.
It beckons and caresses
soothing the heart's race
fueled by the fear of motionlessness.
Its embrace is tender and firm,
Like that of a long-desired and feared lover.
Does the source of panic and deprivation,
once embraced,
grant the bliss of their opposites?
Body and heart are cast back into flesh
from the void.
Dreaded ache spreads slowly
into forgotten limbs and rib cage.
It settles there comfortably
for it has returned to its seat.
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Work in progress HERE.
This is a digital work but I placed the circles one by one on a
black background. This is really a time consuming technique...
I have always loved Bob Marley. I've made several portraits
of him in the past, Jah bless!
Important note: This portrait is sold illegally on t-shirts in many
shops in Asia and in South America... If you support my work,
do not buy these shirts.
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This beautiful blue spring near Castle Geyser could be considered compensation for the loss of Morning Glory Pool, which turned green and yellow because of clogging by thoughtless visitors throwing coins into it for years. Crested Pool retains its pristine aqua color. It's a real gem.
"We think very little of time present; we anticipate the future, as being too slow, and with a view to hasten it onward, we recall the past to stay it as too swiftly gone. We are so thoughtless, that we thus wander through the hours which are not here, regardless only of the moment that is actually our own."
Blaise Pascal
Best viewed large not hdr
oceans are dreams (James watkins-april 2004)
Oceans are dreams, that rise and fall
beyond the conscious mind.
Vast volumed vaults transitioning-
rolling ridges ranging high.
Joined with all creation dance,
like liquid living beings-
quiet, dark depths of passion fire-
eternally careening.
Held in viscous vision,
caught between the separate worlds-
all heaven and earthy creature-
floating figured forms unfurled.
Ghosts-aglow and gaping-
gathered gremlins, timeless trails-
beyond all thought or reason-
hidden highways, watery veils.
Desperate, driven, hungry hunters-
casual commerce-bloody blades.
Liquid-larcened fathoms fallen,
fevered fits in cavalcade.
Contrasts, calm and constant-
consumation, cold desire-
carefully crushed by eons,
in vile volcanic fire.
Down some corridor they creep-
until in rest revealed-
unto the doubting dreamers-
caustic children, filled with fear.
Decisioned paths of plans performed,
adrift in thoughtless themes.
Gathered golden wisdom,
wrapped in scientific schemes.
Predetermined, parliamentary,
railing posted parts prevail-
racked with frail-formed falsities
in fictional detail.
Loving lost the guide unseen
that rules the changeless world-
and brings us back to view the sea
in vision's vacuumed swirl.
Childlike faith-vast beauty breathed,
an author, bold and bare-
for silence sake, stark stepping stones-
it's wealth unfolding fair.
Troll the tame and turning tide,
that flows in measured ebb.
Rolled rhythmic rows of constancy
in concentrated web.
Held hot the hidden history,
revealing holy fare-
formed fellowships and mysteries-
plain patterns painted there.
To see the unseen signature-
to touch the untouched realm-
to gaze at guardian glory, graced
by starred..Ascending..
Stair.
James watkins (April 2004)
Cacao is a lucrative crop for farmers practicing sustainable agro-fosetry in the Amazons
I didn't have a flash: the light source is a single bulb hanging from the roof. I think that the hash light marries well with the thoughtless of the environment where the photo was taken, and its people. So resilient, and so sweet!
oceans are dreams (jhwatkins)
Oceans are dreams, that rise and fall
beyond the conscious mind.
Vast volumed vaults transitioning-
rolling ridges ranging high.
Joined with all creation,
dance-like liquid living beings-
quiet, dark depths of passion fire-
eternally careening.
Held in viscous vision,
caught between the separate worlds-
all heaven and earthy creature-
floating figured forms unfurled.
Ghosts-aglow and gaping-
gathered gremlins, timeless trails-
beyond all thought or reason-
hidden highways, watery veils.
Desperate, driven, hungry hunters-
casual commerce-bloody blades.
Liquid-larcened fathoms fallen,
fevered fits in cavalcade.
Contrasts, calm and constant-
consummation, cold desire-
carefully crushed by eons,
in vile volcanic fire.
Down some corridor they creep-
until in rest revealed-
unto the doubting dreamers-
caustic children, filled with fear.
Decision paths of plans performed,
adrift in thoughtless themes.
Gathered golden wisdom,
wrapped in scientific schemes.
Predetermined, parliamentary,
railing posted parts prevail-
racked with frail-formed falsities
in fictional detail.
Loving lost the guide unseen
that rules the changeless world-
and brings us back to view the sea
in vision's vacuumed swirl.
Childlike faith-vast beauty breathed,
an author, bold and bare-
for silence sake, stark stepping stones-
it's wealth unfolding fair.
Troll the tame and turning tide,
that flows in measured ebb.
Rolled rhythmic rows of constancy
in concentrated web.
Held hot the hidden history,
revealing holy fare-
formed fellowships and mysteries-
plain patterns painted there.
To see the unseen signature-
to touch the untouched realm-
to gaze at guardian glory...
graced...
by Starred..
Ascending..
Stair.
James watkins (April 2004)
Revolutions (JHWatkins 2024)
The beginning found the smallest place to start
It came directly from the heart
One word rose lonely from the core
Revolutions spun slowly from that sudden spore
Revelation removed from time
Flooded cracks along a line
Intersected by a space
Then folded neatly into place
It came to rest inside of me
Completed formed within the tree
Down the slap slide slips to root
A family gained with spares to boot
This moment turns to tame the tide
Fear's hit the fan no place to hide
Come to heel you quantum fires
Take back the ground and stop the liars-
Round and round and back again
A challenge to the sons of men
To stay upon foundation’s strong
Against the dark….
Before we’re gone…. James Watkins
¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶
Ein schoenes Wochende,
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
When the lights go on again all over the world*
And the boys are home again all over the world
And rain or snow is all that may fall from the skies above
A kiss won't mean "goodbye" but "Hello to love"
When the lights go on again all over the world
And the ships will sail again all over the world
Then we'll have time for things like wedding rings and free hearts will sing
When the lights go on again all over the world
One for Flickr Friend Andrew who has photographed countless numbers of Murals on the streets of Melbourne...!
I've walked or driven by this mural I don't know how many times over the last "X" number of years, but have always assumed that it was damaged by thoughtless Graffiti Vandals, so have never really looked at it - until yesterday! And to my surprise, I discovered there was much to see in this work of Art that's on the wall of a Fish An' Chips take-away outlet:
# the horses represent the Thoroughbreds that race on the nearby Trentham Race Course;
# the blue electric Unit represents the Suburban trains that run between Upper Hutt and Wellington City (about 40 miles to the south - though the class depicted in this mural has now been replaced);
# the blue in the lower left foreground represents the nearby Hutt River,
# I'm not sure what the white 'swirls' represent, but I'll take a stab and suggest the mimic the flight of the Tui and other native birds, and
# whilst the word "Upper" is very clear, I've always thought the rest of the writing was just mindless scribble. It's not. The Artist has simply used a different font to write "Hutt"...
Take this mural as one, and you have a lovely piece of street art that depicts much of what can be found in the city of Upper Hutt - the most north-easterly suburb of New Zealand's capitol...!
And had it not been for the current daily Walks, who knows? It might have who knows how many years before I looked at this piece of work more carefully...!
Keep smiling, keep taking one day at a time, stay in your Bubble, and stay safe!
Thanks so much for visiting my Site Folks, and thanks especially for taking the time and trouble to leave a Comment; it's always nice to hear from you...!
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Thursday, 19 May 2022: our temperature is 4°C (windchill -2°C) at 1:30 pm. Sunrise was at 5:40 am, and sunset is at 9:25 pm. Very unpleasant weather today! Windy, pouring rain, and COLD.
"Warnings issued for up to 20 cm of spring snow over parts of Alberta. There's the potential for accumulating snow across Alberta’s foothills on Thursday, with the snow even creeping into populated centres such as Calgary."
Continuing with a few more old photos from my archives - again. Just not getting out enough and to the right places to take any decent shots. I am adding a description that I wrote under a previously posted photo taken on the same trip.
"This young Red Fox was one of several that I saw and photographed early to mid June 2009, south east of the city. Most of my photos came out blurred, especially the lower part of each image. Not sure why, as I thought I made sure I was well cleared of the lowered car window. I managed to rescue several images and this is another one that I hadn't posted earlier. They are such beautiful creatures - just love that little face.
I really hope that not too many people have been going out to see them - which is why I have given no location. Sadly, some photographers spoil things not only for other people, but also cause stress on the wildlife - which is definitely thoughtless and can be devastating for our furry and feathered neighbours. My thanks to all those photographers who ARE thoughtful and put the well-being of wildlife before getting that "important" shot!"
Dedicada a todas as grandes mulheres de flickr/dedicated to all the flickr great women/dedicado a todas las grandes mujeres de flickr/dedié a toute les grand femme de flickr/dedicato a tutti grandi donna di flickr.
NOT ONLY IN HER DAY BUT IN ALL DAYS
Woman I can hardly express
My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness
After all I'm forever in your debt
And woman I will try to express
My inner feelings and thankfulness
For showing me the meaning of success
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Woman I know you understand
The little child inside of the man
Please remember my life is in your hands
And woman hold me close to your heart
However distant don't keep us apart
After all it is written in the stars
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Well
Woman please let me explain
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain
So let me tell you again and again and again
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
(Woman - John Lennon)
Introduction
2019 Jesus Worship Song | "Listen Carefully to God's Words"
Take heed of God’s words, listen quietly to His voice,
and He will reveal to you.
Be quiet within Him; He’s your God, your Redeemer.
Make your heart quiet too, at all times live within Him;
He’s your rock, He’s your backer,
the support that you’re after.
I
Have no other mind, but lean wholeheartedly on Him,
and He will most certainly appear to you, for He is your God.
Ah, those poor doubters, they surely cannot stand firm,
and so they will be able to gain nothing for lacking faith.
You must know what a crucial time this is now,
what a key point this is!
And don’t bustle about doing things of no use;
get close to God, in fellowship with Him,
all mysteries are revealed.
II
Listen to the Holy Spirit speaking,
follow every word of His teaching.
Don’t pass them over and keep nothing.
You hear God’s words but leave them behind.
Oh, you are thoughtless and blind.
You’ve missed out so much blessing.
You must listen carefully to God’s word,
fellowship with Him, get close to Him more.
He’ll teach you all that you don’t understand,
He’ll lead you down the path onward.
Pay less heed to fellowship with others.
There are now many who preach doctrine
and the letter of the truth,
but its reality is gained by few.
III
Listening to them will leave you confused and numb,
not knowing how to progress.
For though you listen to them,
you’ll only come to learn letters and doctrines in turn.
Watch your step, protect your heart,
and from God don’t be apart.
Communicate closely with Him and soon He’ll let you see
that which you do not understand very clearly.
Watch your words and watch your heart,
walk the path God walks.
Take heed of God’s words, listen quietly to His voice,
and He will reveal to you.
Be quiet within Him; He’s your God, your Redeemer.
Make your heart quiet too, at all times live within Him;
He’s your rock, He’s your backer,
the support that you’re after.
Take heed of God’s words, listen quietly to His voice,
and He will reveal to you.
Be quiet within Him; He’s your God, your Redeemer.
Make your heart quiet too, at all times live within Him;
He’s your rock, He’s your backer,
the support that you’re after.
from The Word Appears in the Flesh
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Imagine, if you will, two old blokes who've known each other for ages. Theirs was the kind of relationship that speaks in silent codes. Shared experience has shaped them. They are synchronised, to a point. The elder one has status, is connected, or just nosey. The younger is respected by the older, but inquisitive. After the pleasantries, an inevitable question forms. What does Jack know that I don't: "Give us ya guts, officer". Always, always, he was "officer". Clearly there was something I didn't know. Some have access to arcane skills and knowledge. The rest of us are just human.
Some of you might recall that my 60D and 10-22 zoom tested Newton's Law of Universal Gravitation from a horse-drawn cart on Sark. What now looks like a bit of NASA surplus space junk is actually a Canon YG2-2158-000 FOCUSING ASS'Y USM and MIDDLE LENS ASS'Y CY3-2119-000. When the lovely people at Canon took my traumatised lens into the operating theatre and performed lifesaving surgery, they gave me the "guts" as a memento!
Yesterday, I made one of my uncommon visits to a Post Office. The charming and ever helpful clerk asked if I wanted to insure my package, as well as track it… I explained, in it's current state, it was maybe a doorstop or paperweight. Her advice? Save your money! Let them insure it when it comes back. You see, my EF 100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS II USM was, after refusing to focus and emitting strange growling noises, effectively worthless — not worth insuring until, when and if, its function was restored. Now its on its way to those same surgeons as did the subject of an impromptu physics experiment on Sark.
Quite likely, the last serious work that the zoom telephoto did was to keep watch on the family of Australian Hobbies who made their home in a disused raven's nest. They don't, as many other birds do, build their own nests — they just adopt someone else's. On the weekend just gone, while they thought the sound of a chainsaw — common enough in the bush — would not be noticed, some gutless individual took to the hobby's tree and lopped off its upper limbs and those of its neighbour. They hadn't bargained on the switched on local authorities who, springing into action by — I suppose the motivation of some dobber — took them down with the same lack of compassion they offered the trees, and the hobbies. I can't imagine a sanction cruel enough to offset this stupid act. Too late, their nest is gone, even if the trees — clipped but not killed — still stand. Perhaps nobody else cares? I'm gutted by this selfish, gutless act.
When the wizards restore and return my lens, it'll find new subjects. Watch this space…
For the curious: my camera was "mounted" on a concrete floor, the scene lit by bounce flash from a handheld Canon Speedlite 580EX II off a white ceiling, and the shutter released by an RS-60E3 Remote Switch. Now, I can probably retire these mementos…
I felt the need to speak my mind about a certain group that made a thoughtless statement against photoshop. You can read about it on the blog.
Better Large- This is a shot of the inlet at Davenport, California. I have a couple of pictures that are going to be used for a local magazine. It is a beautiful seaside town near Santa Cruz, California that has a pastoral look of ocean, farm, and flower vista all on the water. There are great restuarants and coffee shops there that make it a nice destination stop between Santa Cruz and San Francisco. We always stop, look, and eat here if we are nearby. The seagulls ride the air currents up to the crest of the overlooks, then hesitate, before plunging back down to the waters edge and cliffside updrafts. I made friends with a couple of them as they would stop at the pinnacle of the point and look me over. There is no reason for them to do this, except to be playing, riding the air currents. 0015
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oceans are dreams (James watkins-april 2004)
Oceans are dreams, that rise and fall
beyond the conscious mind.
Vast volumed vaults transitioning-
rolling ridges ranging high.
Joined with all creation dance,
like liquid living beings-
quiet, dark depths of passion fire-
eternally careening.
Held in viscous vision,
caught between the separate worlds-
all heaven and earthy creature-
floating figured forms unfurled.
Ghosts-aglow and gaping-
gathered gremlins, timeless trails-
beyond all thought or reason-
hidden highways, watery veils.
Desperate, driven, hungry hunters-
casual commerce-bloody blades.
Liquid-larcened fathoms fallen,
fevered fits in cavalcade.
Contrasts, calm and constant-
consumation, cold desire-
carefully crushed by eons,
in vile volcanic fire.
Down some corridor they creep-
until in rest revealed-
unto the doubting dreamers-
caustic children, filled with fear.
Decisioned paths of plans performed,
adrift in thoughtless themes.
Gathered golden wisdom,
wrapped in scientific schemes.
Predetermined, parliamentary,
railing posted parts prevail-
racked with frail-formed falsities
in fictional detail.
Loving lost the guide unseen
that rules the changeless world-
and brings us back to view the sea
in vision's vacuumed swirl.
Childlike faith-vast beauty breathed,
an author, bold and bare-
for silence sake, stark stepping stones-
it's wealth unfolding fair.
Troll the tame and turning tide,
that flows in measured ebb.
Rolled rhythmic rows of constancy
in concentrated web.
Held hot the hidden history,
revealing holy fare-
formed fellowships and mysteries-
plain patterns painted there.
To see the unseen signature-
to touch the untouched realm-
to gaze at guardian glory, graced
by starred..Ascending..
Stair.
James watkins (April 2004)
My name is Spring Snow in Wingra Park. I was born in Madison, Wisconsin. I was my owner's most faved and second-most viewed photo and he thoughtlessly deleted me when trying to add me to a group. What a klutz! It wasn't a big deal for me, personally. I live on his hard drive, and it didn't take long to walk back. But all the friends who commented and faved -- gone forever, unless they happen to stop by again. Here's hoping!
As I paused on the bridge over the canal the other evening, I could hear a helcopter. Looking around I could see on in the distance, hovering over the city centre from the looks of it.
Later, when I got home, I found local news online, that some thoughtless teenage thugs had managed to sneak onto the roof of the old Jenners department store (currently being refurbished) and were throwing things from the roof onto Princes Street below, with no concern for the fact they could severely injure innocent people walking below.
This lead to part of the tram network having to be closed and buses diverted as police sealed off the affected block. Fortunately the little sods have been arrested.
I was a fair distance from this, so I was pushing the zoom lens to max to try and get this
for FGR - Thoughtless Acts
I continually push my glasses to the top of my head all day long - I often forget they are there and will go looking for them...
"thoughtless ~ by Evanescence"
THANK YOU so MUCH for your kind visits, faved and comments.
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When even 'designer' masks like this get discarded, you have to wonder what is going on in the mind of the person who threw this away in such a reckless and thoughtless fashion