In memory of Elizabeth Jean Pruett also known to us as Rottlady. Although Elizabeth had a preference for straight out of the camera photography, she joined a few of us for weeks in a series of on-line meetings to explore the capabilities of Photoshop Elements. During that time, I believe we clicked on every single thing we could find just to see what would happen. Some hilarious moments ensued. The sheep in this image are the very same ones that were cloned by Etva in one of those meetings, cloned and inadvertently pasted onto the head of a priest. We laughed uncontrollably at that happy accident. Elizabeth’s laugh was truly infectious. With this image, I not only remember her love for beautiful sunsets but her great good humor and companionship. I miss you dearly, my friend!

Sunset and sheep images kindly provided by Etva101. Additional textures used are my own.

Life is short.

break the RULES

FORGIVE quickly,

KISS slowly, LOVE truly,

LAUGH uncontrollably,

and NEVER REGRET

anything that made

you SMILE.

Details on my Blog along with additional showing more of the poses.

# ... with the incomparable/inimitable/uncontrollable Mr. Robyn Hitchcock!

I Never Wish Death Upon Those Who Wrong Me.

I Wish Sudden, Explosive Diarrhea With Frequent Uncontrollable Sneezing While Stuck In A Traffic Jam.

Elf-like creature, a frightful allegory of evolution, bearing unspeakable suppressed human anxieties shoots forth from the primeval forest of our obscure past to instant stardom on the screen, but with a menacing grimace expressing the inherent horror of this progress, both dazzling and uncontrollable.

- Quote:

“Your face is marked with lines of life,

put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears.

It's beautiful.”

- Lynsay Sands

Canon EOS 6D - f/13 - 8sec - 100mm - ISO

200

- for challenge Flickr group 'Macro Mondays', theme: 'Defining Beauty' + quote

- depicted part of the ball: ca. 2.5cm

- My granddaughters lost bouncing ball, and after more than 2 years found again in the garden.

Now beautiful - not her opinion ;-) - weathered and cracked.

Diameter of the ball 3.5cm

- I think nature did take excellent revenge on this uncontrollable bouncing ball by making cracks in it.

Why revenge? Because, before I banished granddaughter and ball from house to garden, it did crack a glass vase with flowers.

Cow and bulls faced unwanted vaccinations and disgusting feeds, all for the pleasure of human consumption. All of them are traceable by the tags on their ears in accordance to EU laws which is affiliated to the world governing body, WHO. The words, "traceable" made it palatable to human greed as a result of the voracious tongues. Hence, people are unable to control their senses, just like the reins on horses when it is uncontrollable.

These gentle animals are so amiable and willing to aid human society. Cow providing milk, ghee, butter, yoghurt and bulls plowing the lands. No! It is not enough! Meat, offal, marrow, et cetera are wanted. Again! Not enough! Human greed has led to their diseases on these poor animal through antibiotics, vaccinations, unwanted tags and their freedom is also taken away.

Do you know all cow and bulls in the western world must be traceable, "by law", because of diseases ? Diseases caused by humans in the first place. How come their distance relatives in Asia do not have the same treatment like all of them ? And those that do not have to go through this hellish seem to be healthy. Ever thought why ?

Are we led to believe what we are told or just of our own stupidity in believing ?

Nikkor F=300mm 1:4 ED

Image shot as it is with a bit of constraints. Otherwise, they would have smiley faces and better quality for the pic.

Alentejo, Portugal

November 2022

Cow and bulls faced unwanted vaccinations and disgusting feeds, all for the pleasure of human consumption. All of them are traceable by the tags on their ears in accordance to EU laws which is affiliated to the world governing body, WHO. The words, "traceable" made it palatable to human greed as a result of the voracious tongues. Hence, people are unable to control their senses, just like the reins on horses when it is uncontrollable.

These gentle animals are so amiable and willing to aid human society. Cow providing milk, ghee, butter, yoghurt and bulls plowing the lands. No! It is not enough! Meat, offal, marrow, et cetera are wanted. Again! Not enough! Human greed has led to their diseases on these poor animal through antibiotics, vaccinations, unwanted tags and their freedom is taken also away.

Do you know all cow and bulls in the western world must be traceable, "by law", because of diseases ? Diseases caused by humans in the first place. How come their distance relatives in Asia do not have the same treatment like all of them ? And those that does not have to go through this hellish seem to be healthy. Ever thought why ?

Are we led to believe what we are told or just of our own stupidity in believing ?

Nikkor F=300mm 1:4 ED

Image shot as it is with a bit of constraints. Otherwise, they would have smiley faces and better quality for the pic.

Alentejo, Portugal

November 2022

Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably and never regret anything that made you smile!

Robert Doisneau

HMM! Words Matter!

witch hazel, 'Wisley Supreme', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina

my life is layers and layers of letting go. i cling to identities, beliefs, and people. i want to control the uncontrollable. yet i see how this causes me to suffer. so inch by inch, i let go. it’s a difficult process, but i feel the freedom—letting go actually brings me alive.

[34:52, on the ground]

John was a survivor of the apocalypse, but his heart was heavy with the weight of the tragedy that had befallen the world. He had lost everything he had ever known and loved in the blink of an eye, and was left to wander the ruins of Necropolis alone. The once-bustling city was now a barren wasteland, with crumbling buildings and piles of rubble serving as the only reminders of the world that once was. John had lost count of how many times he had been close to death, whether from starvation or from the mutated creatures that roamed the ruins. But what weighed on John the most were the memories of his family, who had perished in the nuclear blast that had brought the world to its knees. He had been out of town when it happened, and had returned to find nothing but devastation and death. He searched for days, hoping against hope to find some sign of his wife and children, but found only piles of bodies and bones scattered throughout the city. John's heart was broken, and he often found himself weeping uncontrollably as he lay huddled in his makeshift shelter. He wondered why he had been spared when so many others had perished, and why he had to bear the burden of such immense loss. But despite the pain that consumed him, John knew that he had to keep going. He had to keep fighting to stay alive, if only to honor the memory of those he had lost. And so he trudged on, through the ruins of Necropolis, with the weight of his sorrow heavy upon his shoulders.

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Piana, Falanthos, Arcadia, Peloponnesus peninsula, Greece.

Following a mountain path from the village Piana, in 15 minutes, you reach the cave of the god Pan. This is the cave of the scary god Pan, whose sacred mountain is the Menalon Mountain. The name of the god inspired the Greek word “panikos”, which means “panic”, the sudden, uncontrollable fear that leads people into irrational behavior. As a matter of fact, Pan is a peaceful god. He is the god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, nature of mountain wilds and rustic music. He has the hindquarters, legs, and horns of a goat, in the same manner as a faun or satyr and enjoys the companion of the beautiful nymphs! He is a cheerful, carefree, flirtatious god whose main occupation is music and well-being. But Pan may cause PANIC, terror and fear to people, in case his restlessness and sleep is disturbed. So be careful when you are near this place of the photo. Especially in the noontime, Pan is taking his nap after playing his wonderful music. If you wake him up he will spread panic!

The view from the Pan’s cave is stunning!

Today it has been one of the hardest days for me, missing my mother so much :(

www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4XKzkDsb0g

Today I felt so lost

so lonely

I was in pain...

the greatest pain I had felt since you been gone.

and mother, I cried.

I needed someone to be with me

because I felt afraid to be alone with this pain...

I search high and low for an open ear to listen,

and I found that kindness in a stranger.

I talked to her about you,

about how beautiful you were

and how much you loved life

and about how much

I

miss

you...

and mother,

she listened

then she talked to me

and for that moment

I didn't feel alone.

Her kindness touched my heart so deeply

and I thanked her

and walked away...

I went and set under the sakura tree

where I go to every time I am sad

and then I cried mother so hard

so uncontrollably

and I knew I just had to let all the tears out

... all the pain.

I miss you my beautiful virita

I miss you so much.

Blog Post

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Love. That uncontrollable and impressive power that drives the world since ancient times. The inspiration of all romances that history has portrayed. The uncontrollable emotion, the impulsive feeling that attracts us when we are close to a certain person. Not just anyone, but one person. It is a sign from the Universe that we are close to a special being that completes us, that makes us understand why. Which why ? Well, all the whys. Because there is no reason of bearing to live without that reason. Without that person. Indispensable person. A unique been capable of making us one with existence. It's when two become one, and the only possibility for math to agree.

Feel the Sun - Twin Peaks youtu.be/qWefaPEd6cU?si=Wi9rPtWqzDGP70oC

2020 really TRIED to strip me of all happiness. A series of unfortunate uncontrollably events lead me down the dark path of uncertainty and betrayal. I felt the darkness surround me and start to pull me back into its abyss of depression. The sad thing is.....Read More Plus See the Close Up & Credits Here

This was taken from the top of Mam Tor hill in the peak district, this image is not the image I actuallly planned to take, the shot I wanted involved me being in the same place until well after dark which would have been fine were it not for the constant wind, I managed to stay up there for 2 hours and then had to call it a night as I was shaking uncontrollably from cold.

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During the brief visit to my mother for Christmas, which lasted just three days, we took the opportunity to go back to the beaches of the Calblanque Regional Park.

Seeing these rocks covered in algae, I decided to take a long exposure photo, which I hope you like.

Back at home, with my sights set on the end of the year, I take this opportunity to wish you some beautiful last days of this terrible 2021, which is already ending.

Take good care of yourself and take care of yours! Let's not let the virus spread uncontrollably again.

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Rocas y algas, Parque Regional de Calblanque, Cartagena, Murcia, España

Durante la breve visita a mi madre por Navidad, de apenas tres días, aprovechamos para acercarnos nuevamente a las playas del Parque Regional de Calblanque.

Al ver estas rocas cubiertas de algas, decidí tomar una foto de larga exposición, que espero que os guste.

Ya de vuelta en casa, con la vista puesta en el fin de año, aprovecho para desearos unos bonitos últimos días de este terrible 2021, que ya va acababando.

Cuídate mucho y ciuda de los tuyos! No dejemos que el virus vuelva a extenderse descontroladamente.

Pulsa "L" para ver más detalles.

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This was an unexpected night. As she laid there in her bed fast asleep alone. A demon came out of the shadow lurking in the corner watching her. Her heart beat was music to his demonic ears. Her blood smelt of fresh roses. He could not resist. He slowly inched closer to her roses filled the air . He was hypostasized. His rage grew uncontrollably. His breath hit her skin as he leaned over the unexpecting victim. He slowly parted his lips exposing his razor sharp teeth. In a instance he bit down on her flesh she moaned softly unaware of what was happening. Her body started to tingle as his essence flooded into her she was his.

Taken at Deer River: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Papagena/25/174/25

Ode To the West Wind

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

I

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odors plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!

II

Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,

Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,

Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread

On the blue surface of thine aery surge,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge

Of the horizon to the zenith's height,

The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

Of the dying year, to which this closing night

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere

Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!

III

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou

For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below

The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear

The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!

IV

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;

If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;

A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share

The impulse of thy strength, only less free

Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even

I were as in my boyhood, and could be

The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,

As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed

Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed

One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

V

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

What if my leaves are falling like its own!

The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,

Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,

My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe

Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!

And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Be through my lips to unawakened earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

*Working Towards a Better World

Enjoy life today,

Yesterday is gone

and tomorrow

may never come. - Anon

Life is short. Break the rules,

Forgive quickly, kiss slowly,

love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile. - Robert Doisneau

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. -

William Wordsworth

Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction. - E.O. Wilson

We travel not to escape life,

but for life not to escape us. - Anon

I don't know where I am going,

but I am on my way. - Carl Sagan

Reflection

Looking back so that the view looking forward is even clearer. -

Anon

A circle is the reflection of eternity. It has no beginning and it has no end - and if you put several circles over each other, then you get a spiral. - Maynard James Keenan

Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him? - Bill Watterson

A single sunbeam is enough

to drive away many shadows. - St. Francis of Assisi

Wherever you go, no matter

what the weather, always bring your own sunshine. -

Antony J. D'Angelo

A bird doesn't sing

because it has an answer.

It sings because

it has a song. - Maya Angelou

In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence. - Robert Lynd

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo❤️

Carreg Cennen Castle at sunset.

Might be the last photo I post for a while. I just found out my Canon 40D will not power up! [sobs uncontrollably]

[Now fixed - see post below]

Learn to love and to accept serenely (as the influence of a great loving power) those uncontrollable events which thwart your action—and you will see that you will come closer to peace…. my whole “religion” can be reduced to this active surrender to a World which I understand less and less in detail… but whose “divinization” or “personalization” seems clearer to me every day. That my existence has been as much as possible an act of fidelity to Life is the only thing that interests and reassures me from now on. (LTF, 83)

--Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, as quoted in: Teilhard's Struggle, Embracing the Work of Evolution, Kathleen Duffy, SSJ

London Grammar - Hey Now

www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMEHJPuggHQ

"You push and I’ll pull and we’re tectonic plates and our friction causes destruction

we leave in our wake the sparks turn to fire that fuel my hurt fuel my love

but i’d still set my lungs on fire just to keep you warm in my chest

and i know ribs are cages that’s why our hearts are so protected so hidden so lonely

but you seeped through the bars slowly then all at once like a tidal wave crashing

through penetrating my veins infecting my heart my lungs my body

i am slave to your demands but i am independent i have to be independent

i can’t keep up with you

stop please let me breathe

i’m pulling away stop pushing stop taking my breath away

leaving my feelings and my mind confused as you cause wreckage like a hurricane

leaving destruction in your path the eye of the storm was a nice illusion

and now reality is like an uncontrollable storm

yet i’d still force myself to bend down at my knees

and look down at my feet standing before you

you are majestic

and i don’t know what i’m saying anymore..."

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The Egg

maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LEA19/106/55/22

Manifesto- Freedom and Peace

Kyoto University Campaign for Freedom and Peace

www.kyotounivfreedom.com/en/

War begins in the name of defence

War rewards the weapons industry

War quickly becomes uncontrollable

War is easier to start than to end

War wounds not only soldiers but also the elderly and children

War cuts not only the body but leaves scars deep inside the heart

The mind is not an object to be manipulated

Life is not a pawn to be played

The sea is not to be lost amid military bases

The sky is not be erased by fighter planes

We would rather live in a country that is proud of its wisdom

than in a country that thinks shedding blood is the contribution

Scholarship is not a weapon of war

Scholarship is not a tool of business

Scholarship is not a servant of power

To create

To protect

A place to live

The freedom to think

We will strike against this conceited power

And you think you've had a bad hair day or two. We all have our moments, but this old abandoned shack has the final say where uncontrollable nappy rugs are concerned. I'm thinking about showing this to my barber and asking him to fix me up. I'm going to call it "the tangle."

Half Moon Bay CA

'The Poet's Middle Finger' By Patty-Mike

Defiant and stoic,

a middle finger

poised,

with steel.

Rooted,

o'er poetry sheets,

ink splattered,

stained in purpose.

An aching quill,

shakes and quakes,

to push thought,

word,

notion,

and phrase,

birthed into existence.

Watching,

with eagled irises,

dripping,

saturating in

voyeuristic intentions,

a hunger consuming,

taking over.

Darkness,

she weeps uncontrollably,

unable to make,

what has been uttered and said,

the message conveyed,

clanking,

clambering,

banging at the gates.

The banner of,

this poet,

his middle finger,

flies highest.

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© All rights reserved!

... all of the memories of happiness are what draws me back to this place. It’s far away despite the modern miracles of aviation seemingly making our Earth so small. Yet, after just a few years a bug starts growing back in my mind pulling the memories out and making them bolder and louder. Eventually, they scream so loudly that something has to be done about them ...

The Beginning ...

... in a nut shell, that is what led to our most recent trip to the island of Kaua`i. To see and experience it all one more time, to leave worries behind for two short weeks, to be happy. And just by writing this, I suspect a new bug has been born and will now grow uncontrollably. There is nothing wrong about that, is there?

When we see something beautiful in nature that moves us, it stirs something within us. A promise of something beyond what we can experience with our limited senses. Something more profound than anything we can know with the thinking mind. It’s something that you feel deeply. Sometimes, it can move you to tears. German sociologist and writer Hartmut Rosa calls this resonance. “[Resonance is a] kind of relationship to the world, formed through affect and emotion, intrinsic interest, and perceived self-efficacy, in which subject and world are mutually affected and transformed.”

We can experience resonance in a variety of ways, not only in nature, and we can learn to welcome these experiences through stillness and alertness. Resonant moments make life beautiful and worth living and are essential for our collective evolution.

If you are interested in reading more, I recommend The Uncontrollability of the World by Hartmut Rosa. The following interview with Rosa is also excellent: Episode 8 - Resonance and Uncontrollability.

Salobreña (Granada, Spain)

My wife is. She will freeze on the spot at the sight of a six inch long dead earth worm on the path and dissolve into uncontrollable spasms and floods of tears. So she won't walk across to Castle Tioram. In fact she won't even look at the picture. So what is keeping my flickr friends from coming to this part of the world when they will so readily go to Skye and what for?

In the year, 1518 a woman named Frau Troffea

Started dancing in Strasbourg

and couldn't stop.

An epidemic of joy

The craze spread

The uncontrollable desire to move

Neighbors and passing witnesses

Were infected like a fire

Could not stand still

An unbearable sensation until all the limbs flailed and

The doctors and police wailed.

It had to be illness...or sin....

Something outside of the body

Now within

And then, the dancing was banned

A woman's body just had to be controlled

Even then.

Time and space is an illusion.

**All photos are copyrighted**

A model replica of London designed by American artist David Best, is set to be burned to commemorate the 350th anniversary of the Great Fire of London.

The “live burn” will be the final event in London’s Burning Festival, and will take place on 4 September.

Live streaming on cityam.com from 8:30pm tonight.

In 1666, an uncontrollable fire swept across the capital for four days, destroying 13,200 homes and leaving 65,000 people homeless. Despite the scale of the fire, only six deaths were verified.

(I've got carried away today with the London burning festival. Will be watching the burn from my sofa :)

youtu.be/Ehm4HLnr-FQ

"Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly,

kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably,

and never regret anything that made you smile."

Project "Morphase" was the brainchild of Dr. Carter, a revolutionary attempt to control sleep cycles in order to create the perfect soldier, devoid of fear and fatigue. But, as often happens, science played a dangerous game, and they encountered something they couldn't control.

His own creation, the prototype codenamed "Object Zero," was beginning to show signs of uncontrollability. Dr. Carter would have to face the consequences of ambitions gone wild...

SOMNIUM : Personnel Set (Lab Coat, Sweater, Slacks)

SOMNIUM : The Unknown (Full Body Avatar)

SOMNIUM : Project Zero (Hospital Gown, Wrist Band)

SOMNIUM : Somnicorp Office Equipment (Computron CMT-43 -F, Coffee Mug, Case File)

Photo was taken at SOMNIUM Mainstore

I remember your laugh...

I remember your laugh as if I'd heard it only a moment ago.

You know… the hard uncontrollable laugh that lasts for 10 minutes,

that makes your eyes water as you struggle to catch your breath,

and your jaw hurts for an hour.

I can still hear your laugh in my head.

I wrap myself in the memory of your laugh like a warm soft blanket on a cold rainy day,

and smile as I fight, unsuccessfully, to hold back a river of tears.

-- me

♪ vibe ♪

TP to Frogmore Cottage. Explore Frogmore and dive into the lush spring grasses of our English Shire, where nature explodes with wildlife and flowers, with colors and impressions of Claude Monet.

Big Country - The Crossing

www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSVg0eMUmbY

Maps on the back of your hands point to the cross

Scratches on walls in a room draw out your loss

Your islands are conquered and

You are returned to the throne

Martyrs take penance and

Fill up the mattress with stones

Pull straws with holy men

Stain all the atlas pink

And let us find a beach

Where we can cross our hearts

Stand in the wind as the carousels spin

Wear out your welcome again

Stand on the silence of mountains and

Wear out your welcome again

Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable light

Piercing the senses that click deep in the night

Crouched in a pillow of straw feet on the floor

Creeping a path to the mat that holds back the door

Pull straws with holy men

Stain all the atlas pink

And let us find a beach

Where we can cross our hearts

Build up great railways that run

Through the horns of the moon

Hold up a city with cast iron museum walls

Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools

Bring out the skill in your skin polish your hair

Pull straws with holy men

Stain all the atlas pink

And let us find a beach

Where we can cross our hearts

Stand in the wind as the carousels spin

Wear out your welcome again

Stand on the silence of mountains

And take a look down to the sea

Stand in the wind as the carousels spin

Wear out your welcome again

Stand on the silence of mountains

And take a look down to the sea

A keener pair of eyes than mine noticed when a sailboat crossed the horizon in the evening light. With a longer lens I too could see how his mainmast was filled with air, as it skirted across the horizon.

This summer sunset was in the violet spectrum, adding to the gentle feeling, derived from the light. What is it about sailing that elicits feelings of freedom and control, from the uncontrollable. The wind.

Shorty is showing Roscoe what he learned in fighter pilot school as he zooms at breakneck speeds around Roscoe's head...

Roscoe, seeing his best friend's amazing flying skills with a front row seat like this makes him giddy, he just cannot stop laughing, or breathe, and his eyes are watering uncontrollably!!!

Now, Roscoe really does wish that he went to school with Shorty because all of the girls look at him all goo-goo eyed.

Also, Roscoe knows he's not much to look at, and he doesn't have a shiny red paint job like his friend, but, he still howled with laughter as he sees his best friend streaking by his nose!

Maybe he'll get him a girl too where he works as a server at the local IHOP. He hopes so... As he mentally crosses his fingers.

Maybe a girl on each arm!

Roscoe thinks to himself that he's really glad that Shorty came back home on leave, he missed him, and he feels really lucky to have a good friend like him.

Good times!

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You can see the similarities—the outward and the inward. This brutal thunderstorm so severe that left you parked along the road, questioning whether you would be able to continue traveling to your appointment where you receive the vital elements that provide support, healing and recovery. Bright bolts of lightning and roaring thunder that send startling vibrations throughout the car, thick, blasting, visually impairing sheets of rain sent sideways by the violent gusts of wind. These major, uncontrollable obstacles make what is necessary for growth, recovery, healing, repair and reworking seem to be impossible. The intense difficulties all seem to be symbolic of how hard you have to fight for your own life, growth, healing, recovery and to accept and receive help and support due to the effects of the brutal harm you’ve endured. It is amazing that as you experience many challenges that cause this healing journey to feel nearly impossible, you courageously work to keep fighting for life.

#NotetoSelf

[image created on 6-29-2023]

Life is short break the RULES,

FORGIVE quickly,

KISS slowly, LOVE truly, LAUGH uncontrollably,

and NEVER REGRET anything that made you SMILE.

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Airports were made for waiting, sometimes forever. (From: Osama, by Lavie Tidhar, 2011).

They told us to travel lite, without any luggage. The waiting room was weird. There was a door with bright white light playing Vivaldi. There was another door, throbbing, blood red, playing post-apocalyptic punk rock plus night cats. A strange fog caressed our feet; it felt damp on the skin. Jill and Hank were taking selfies. Sue, Georgina and Victor tried to find a way out, without any success. Vlad sat in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably. All in all, it was very strange. We felt like ghosts in a steam room.

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She said:

Believe me, I wish I could heal.

If only you knew how exhausting it is to be locked in your own unhappiness. To get used to sorrow. To forget yourself. To no longer see beyond the trouble of the tears.

To no longer be able to get out of it.

To feel trapped in the cycle of uncontrollable, unleashed and overwhelming emotions, filled with torrents and collapsing skies.

And even when we strive to feel better, that sorrow begins to fade, we feel ourselves fading along with it. As if our identity was hidden beneath the tears.

As if we were here for too long.

Could this be healing? Being able to answer the question:

Who am I beyond my sorrow?

-Artificial intelligence “image generators” give everyone the opportunity to be creative, and thanks to their abilities, millions of people have this experience. But there is confusion and new questions. As the artistic prowess of artificial intelligence emerges, it raises questions we haven't encountered before about what it means to be human. Some consider AI products to be works of art, while others object. I evaluated the facts analytically in terms of art philosophy and wrote my ideas in this article.

Below is the article I wrote about art, artist concepts, can artificial intelligence make art, analysis of human art and artificial intelligence products.

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AN ANALYTICAL PERSPECTIVE ON THE "ART" ADVENTURE OF HUMANS AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

The concept of "art" is the field of creativity, the only feature of being human. As the artistic prowess of Artificial intelligence emerges in a fast-moving world, it raises questions we've never encountered before about what it means to be "human". What kind of a period will "art", which is the result of human concepts such as existence, society, communication, subconscious, emotions, imagination, intuition, love, sensitivity, impulse, instinct, dream, originality and of course, creativity, enter into a period with Artificial intelligence (AI)? With its revolutionary technology that will change production, thinking, lifestyles and the future, will artificial intelligence, which is designed to replace people in other fields of activity, be more creative than humans in the field of art and reach the competence to challenge the artist?

According to Hegel, art carries the spirit of the artist, who is transferred to matter and likens matter to himself. Well, since the products created by machines without a soul today are not generated by an artist, can they carry spirit and meaning?

For years, computer technology has already made an impact and contribution to visual arts with image technologies such as vector, bitmap, 3D, CGI as a tool that creates, processes and changes the image. Today, many smart image generators such as Stable Diffusion, DALL-E, Craiyon, Midjourney, Nightcafe Ai, etc. are software systems that can statistically evaluate themselves over large datasets containing millions of images, train themselves, and produce new images that are not included in the original dataset. Not just images, AI is already being used in other branches of the arts to create music, poetry, sculpture, stories, articles and films.

There are many new questions and concepts such as whether the products created by a system that has human skills but is not human are real works of art, whether programmers and machines will be accepted as artists, whether AI products can be included in the broad and general definition of art. Although there are objections, acceptances, doubts, different opinions, it has been met with great interest by the majority.

First of all, it is necessary to talk about the concepts of “Art” and “Artist”. In its most general definition, art is a reflection of the human mind and cultural evolution, an expression of creativity, way of thinking and imagination. The artist, on the other hand, is the one who makes art with the awareness of "being human", humanizes and shapes life, and realizes the phenomenon of art with action. The artist combines facts with aesthetic elements from a different point of view and records them in social memory. Behind his creative works lie deep stories of man, his age and society. He uses his imagination, patience, enthusiasm and self-sacrificing efforts to embed his passions, memories, dreams, imaginary and abstract ideas, symbols, philosophy and his inner world, the dynamics of the era and society he lives in, with aesthetic expressions. The process of creating the artist's art is complex and difficult, while filtering everything he is affected by and incorporating it into his works. He feels both sadness and happiness most deeply, and experiences his anxiety and pleasure at the highest level.

Art originates from life and human beings and belongs to humans. “Art is an object made by man for man. “ (E.H.Gombrich, The Story of Art) This is a very accurate definition and “Art” is based on a human-made phenomenon that takes its source from the human artist and seeks meaning with its historical, social accumulation and imagination; existence occurs in the unity of human, artist, meaning, aesthetic object and aesthetic taste. In this respect, there is a deep bond of existence between man, art and work of art that complements each other.

The artist searches for the meanings behind artistic intentions and desires and vital phenomena. Since AI is not a living, emotional being, it lacks imagination, the reality of its external world, and the qualities of being human. Unfortunately, those who claim in advance that the products of AI are art, underestimate the artist who realizes the thousands-year-old deep source of art and the artistic production process, and find it unnecessary to question the artist's effort and necessity. Decisions made by those who do not know the depth of the creative process, without entering the enthusiastic world of an artist, are in favor of accepting and affirming AI products without questioning them. We see that the capitalist world, which wants to benefit from the stimulating effect of the trade created by AI products, has great expectations to use this situation in its favor and turn it into money.

The production process of AI is formed by the combination of computer, programmer, data, algorithm, output, aesthetic taste of the receptive subject. Since AI does not perform its actions by focusing on aesthetic values, aesthetic harmony and meaning, the output it produces is only a sensory, aesthetic value uncertain, non-essential, formal object. Because it lacks the subjective point of view and the values of the special creation process in the mind of an artist. The software, which does not take its source from the human mind, does not have emotions, and produces from ready-made data, has the potential to produce likeable outputs. It can even produce outputs, albeit rare, that, by chance, can give aesthetic pleasure and cause emotional and artistic excitement in people. Again, it is the receptive subject himself who adds artistic value to such an output with his artistic disposition, education and dreams. Because, while the output is devoid of a communication basis, an expression to be conveyed and has no artistic value, the perception style, psychological orientation and point of view of the receptive subject who establishes the communication raise the output to the value of an object that gives aesthetic pleasure. The receptive subject participates in the process with its level of perception of the object, aesthetic judgment and creativity, and needs the qualities of its own self and visual capacity. With a subjectivist attitude, he takes the artistic value not from the object but from his own psychology, customizes the object with his own emotions and attributes a meaning to the output. What makes the output of AI valuable is not the qualities of the aesthetic object formed by the activity of an artist, but the way of seeing of the receptive subject.

The work of art is a human creation, the creative subject is the artist. The artist produces by adding meaning to his work, and the visible form has a meaning integrity, a unity of form and content. In his work, the artist formally expresses a reality about life in his work. That is, the meaning is not added after making the work, and the meaning exists as a substance in the mind of the artist before the work takes shape. In the work, the expression to be conveyed without communicating with the receptive subject is already present and ready; all this is hidden in the work as a reality and waits to be seen by a competent receptive subject. This is the process of discovery of the work of a spirit that repeats the aesthetic creation formed in the artist's soul. The receptive subject, who judges the output of artificial intelligence, lacks the pleasure and effort of creating, perceiving and recreating the expression level of the artist, that is, the human being. Because understanding and making sense of a work of art requires an effort like the creativity of the artist.

E.H. “We cannot hope to understand a work of art if we do not have the ability to share that sense of liberation and triumph that the artist has over his finished work,” says Gombrich.

We see that while art is realized with the connection of the artist, the work (aesthetics) and the receptive subject (aesthetic interest), the process in the AI product takes place with the connection of data, algorithm, object (sensory) and receptive subject (aesthetic interest).

Human art is the aesthetic relationship between man and objective reality and includes artistic reality. Its source is life, human, society, created by the artist, it focuses on the whole process and is holistic. It is based on the reproduction of the aesthetic values that the artist brings to the object by the receptive subject, the connections and interaction with the aesthetic judgment. It is directly and tightly connected to human practice, society and social life. The work of art is personal, original, and the artist has a compositional knowledge and skill that will require much more than repetitions, different blending and attachment techniques in AI output. In a way that takes its origins from life and focuses on the soul and meaning, art considers beauty as a unity of values. Like artificial intelligence, it focuses not only on the result, but also on the whole process, and this is what we need to distinguish.

Although AI is capable of creativity, this does not mean that it is an artist. Likewise, neither a programmer nor an algorithm is an artist. Because their production is outside of the vital, emotional, spiritual and meaning integrity we have explained above, they produce automatically and with commands. The algorithm does not create the object by considering artistic values, qualities and concerns, that is, the algorithm is not aware that it is dealing with art, so it is not conscious of reality. It scans the database and generates predictive compositions with the ability to fuse, add, subtract, associate and learn.

Artificial intelligence products can only be at the limit of the general definition of art. The creation process is automatic and is not identical with human art with the layers of existence it has; the source, formation and result are realized by a completely different method. Therefore, it is a phenomenon of experimental production that, although it is ostentatious and surprising, is not competent, imitates art as a form, its essence is incomplete, although it gives the impression of art.

Based on the context of reality, the search for meaning, the layers of existence and the social source of life, it would be appropriate to call it "Human Art" because it represents human beings, and "Artificial Intelligence Art" because it is created by codes. Because we cannot see artificial intelligence, which enters art as a separate actor, as if it is making productions of the same value as human beings and art. What makes human art valuable is that it tells its own story and the struggle for existence with the accumulation of thousands of years of creation process.

As AI enters more and more scientific, everyday and artistic and human fields, we have to make the rules, boundaries and definitions of human domain, arrangements, positioning and criticisms that include what human being is, to remain "human". The important thing is to create and place concepts that will preserve the depth, value, originality, creativity and freedom of the human domain. While doing this, we should determine the roles by defining the field that artificial intelligence, that is, the machine can have. For this reason, the categorical distinction was made as "Human Art" and "AI Art" because it was based on codes. To make both the same, to say that both achieve similar goals in different ways, is a disrespectful, unfair approach to art and the artist and should be objected to.

Of course, AI will enable artists to create new and original products through collaborative work as a resource to benefit from. With artificial intelligence in artistic creation, the artist can expand his creativity, get inspired, try new things, and also think of artificial intelligence as a collaboration tool. Even if the artist is involved in the creation process of the products created by this collaboration, even if he has the initiative, the use of AI based on the source codes will bring about discussions.

The approach to artificial intelligence products will also mean the sincerity exam of people. The artist and no one should not escape easily, and try to show stolen ideas or directly as his own work. It should not make an effort to reflect worthless products as if they are valuable.

Deciding whether the output has value and the quality of its connection with the art means reaching the big problem area in art. A wide variety of factors should be taken into account while making an aesthetic interpretation. Knowing who the work belongs to is also a factor that will affect our decision. Interpreting a work that is not clear by whom it was generated may cause exaggeration or vice versa, underestimation and incompleteness. Evaluating an object as artistic and beautiful is relative (apart from reconciliation with assumptions that make aesthetic judgment general and based on common feeling) and is difficult, but this is a mysterious and normal state of art.

Artificial intelligence will be an encouraging and supportive force with its ease not only for artists, but for everyone. In addition, the copyright problem of the entries that make up the database should be solved, and the rights of the artist and everyone else who does not want to be in the database should be respected.

It should never be forgotten that; The importance of painters and painting did not decrease with the invention of photography, the transformation of smart phones into talented cameras did not turn everyone into a photographer, AI cannot turn anyone into miraculous and fantastic artists, nor transfer talents.

While the subject is being discussed, painting is generally focused on because of its popularity. But how do we react when AI produces an image with details and visual quality indistinguishable from a real photograph? Especially when we compare it with documentary photography, the situation will become more complicated. At this stage, the values shaped in our aesthetic, emotional and imaginary world, which we judge the paintings, will not be enough. We will need to ask whether the photograph is based on objective reality, and we will build our judgmental values after the definition of reality. Because, as a document, that photograph is real, it reflects the state of the world while connecting the lived past to the future, it has a place and a story, it is direct, it is a human and social memory and transfers it to other generations. The photograph created by AI has no story, it only depicts unreal scenes with automatic editing, and the composition is created only with the ability to imitate. Such a photograph will not go beyond an image that only arouses technical admiration before the viewer. For this reason, I think that unmanipulated and documentary photography will become more valuable in the future. Because it will never lose its value as a tool that reflects reality and directly reflects events.

Can you consider William Turner's painting "The Slave Ship" separately from the historical, social, reality of the outside world and the dynamics of the artist's inner world? This painting is not just a painting, it is a work that has meanings far beyond the painting. Now let's imagine that a similar picture is generated by artificial intelligence. Even if pictorial values, light and composition are used appropriately, what historical, artistic, cultural, emotional value can it have? In other words, in the background of art, there are stories of life and a context, while artificial art has nothing to tell, it is a storyless phenomenon that is disconnected from the context of reality, as a product of a system under the control of virtual codes, and has no history.

In today's society, communication habits have changed, the world of possibilities has grown, and even magicalized. AI "image generators" give everyone the opportunity to be creative, and thanks to their amazing ability, they make this experience available to millions of people. Even a child who has learned to read and write can accidentally create remarkable products in front of his computer. It does not make anyone who can write keywords to the computer and who does not have artistic personality and creativity an artist and does not include them in art. Millions of people are attracted to this attractive game without age limit and are entertained by its amazing and strange results, as if they have achieved a magical power. It is more accurate to call them "experimental participants". It is a fact that outliers, complex, uncertain, surreal, mystical, imagination-stimulating images attract a lot of attention. Friedrich Schiller and his theory that art is a game come to mind. But in his theory, Schiller meant real art. Besides, art is a much more complex phenomenon than play.

Although the outputs are strange, unencountered, interesting and attractive, as they multiply uncontrollably in the internet environment, they have a high potential to turn into habitual, valueless, artificial, ordinary objects.

It is human beings who will stand against the destructiveness of technology and protect humanity. Being human, despite your shortcomings, is unique. Do we have the human intelligence, virtue, honesty, will, courage and plan to use the future to be a better human being “together” and to create a world based on beauty and equality? While AI becomes human, we never want a role change where people become automatic, ineffective and robotic.

Man interprets and makes sense of life with his art, resists against time, and transfers his relationship with life to the art environment in freedom with his searches and discoveries. Art is formed in reality through "labor" by the artist. All innovations and technological changes should never be allowed to trivialize art and artists. Because Artificial Intelligence lacks the human touch, love, impulses and, in short, a life.

Einstein said, "The criterion of being intelligent is not knowledge but imagination," and reconciling human imagination with intelligence.

Akil Alparslan / 01 2023

I tell people all of the time that luck evens out. When you have bad luck don't worry much because some good luck is coming your way. I believe unfortunately that the opposite is true. If you have good luck then you should be wary. Bad luck is looking for you. I don't know where I picked this up at but there is at least a little truth to it.

Out of the blue I made a call to a pharmacy to see if they had any covid shots coming up. The lady told me to come on by before 6:00 and she would give me one. I guess that there were a lot of cancelled appointments due to our big freeze. Needless to say, I headed there right away.

The paperwork was much more grueling than the shot. I probably cried one tear, maybe half a tear during the shot. I did sobb uncontrollably several times while filling out the forms. Thank goodness that I am now part of the effort to rid us of this scourge.

It is not lost on me that I live in the US and I am aware that we are one of the rich countries buying up the limited supply of the covid vaccines. If you have a small bit of humanity you might feel a little guilt. I hope that we can get everyone vaccinated who is willing. Maybe taking this vaccine will prevent me from occupying an emergency room bed from someone else in need. Maybe taking this vaccine will prevent me from infecting someone who would have serious health complications. Maybe taking this vaccine will help all of return to some sense of normality.

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This goes out to all Autistic people and their families, may a cure be found to stop this dreadful illness.

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