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On the southwest end of Zion National Park sits Mount Kinesava, a very colorful example of red rock. This view is from south of the historic ghost town of Grafton, Utah. The town was settled by Mormon's seeking to farm the fertile soil. The plan was actually to grow cotton and compete with the south, but the Virgin river was uncontrollable and occasionally flooded the entire town and valley
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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.
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Bill's Rock
Taken along the "Atlantic Way" on the south coast of Achill Island Co. Mayo, Ireland as the sun starts to go down through the clouds and shines beautiful light across the Atlantic Ocean. A magical peaceful moment.
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The rocks are an important habitat for wildlife and hosts colonies of puffins (7.1% of the total Irish population), storm petrels, kittiwakes, guillemots and other gulls. A large number of seals also live on the islands. It is now a designated SPA (Special Protection Area). They are 30 metres high and 11 km from Achill.
It gets its name from an unusual source, a Danish sea captain by the name of Mathias De Bille. He was the captain of a Danish Navy frigate called the Bornholm that departed from Copenhagen on 14th December 1781. As the ship rounded Ireland’s north coast on 17th January 1782 a hurricane blew up and drove the Bornholm south along the west coast of Ireland. With its foremast and bowsprit gone the frigate was virtually uncontrollable and but for a tremendous feat of seamanship would have been lost at these rocks and under the treacherous cliffs of Clare Island. Somehow De Bille guided his ship to the relatively calm waters of Melcombe Bay near Newport in Co. Mayo. The weary captain had lost several of his crew during the storm and was horrified to discover that the remaining crew members were now stricken by malignant fever. De Bille also caught the fever himself and was befriended by a local merchant, John McLoughlin, who treated him in his own home. De Bille died there on St. Patrick’s Day 1782. He was buried in Newport with full military honours.
Watch the You Tube Video by Sean Molloy it gives a very rare view of these rocks. The video was taken in the summer of 2018.
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.
Until a few years ago it was known more than anything else by fans of outdoor activities, such as trekking and cycling, due to the many paths that reach the lake and the area's cycle paths, and by ice skaters. If in summer it is a transparent mirror of water, in fact, in winter the lake is covered with a thick blanket of ice on which you can skate. For South Tyroleans it is a bucolic, fairytale-like place, a small corner of paradise.
Lost paradise.
Yes, because today, instead of hikers, buses of screaming tourists disembark who, in an indefinite number, flock to the shores of Lake Braies to take selfies, to queue to rent a wooden boat, to try to take the tour of the lake with stiletto heels...
This delightful mountain lake was hit by the phenomenon of overtoursim, a tourism that has now become uncontrollable. In short, the famous Lake Braies is bursting with tourists.
I Never Wish Death Upon Those Who Wrong Me.
I Wish Sudden, Explosive Diarrhea With Frequent Uncontrollable Sneezing While Stuck In A Traffic Jam.
- 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 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
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
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.
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.
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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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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.
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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]
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]
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.
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
*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❤️
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
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Manifesto- Freedom and Peace
Kyoto University Campaign for Freedom and Peace
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
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?
From the series 'Glass' for Macro Monday. This one is an old, small wine glass, a bit vintage style, laid on the table on its side. Captured through the open part down to the bottom, through the stem behind which I put a blue 'Flummi' ball (the ones that jump high high and rather uncontrollably). That opened the scene for phantasy and gave me the title :)
Have fun with all of today's glass ideas if you are in for MM. 💙💙💙
'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 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 ...
... 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.
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 :)
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.
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"Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly,
kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably,
and never regret anything that made you smile."
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?
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
following my own path.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind,
so excitable, so uncertain,
so difficult to control.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
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
Life is short break the RULES,
FORGIVE quickly,
KISS slowly, LOVE truly, LAUGH uncontrollably,
and NEVER REGRET anything that made you SMILE.
©2022 Peter Mardie, all rights reserved. Protected by Pixsy.
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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Shot at Awakening Bangkok, a multimedia outdoor art festival held in the historic Charoen Krung and Talad Noi districts of Bangkok (riverside).
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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]
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?
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.
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.
A couple of summers ago, I witnessed the most meaningful ceremony I've ever seen. My friend G married her longtime love. And before I go on... a word about their love.
It's something you can feel when you walk into their house. It emanates... not just from them, but from the house itself... the furniture... the animals... the garden... the bric a brac. Entering that house is like walking into some big yellow-warm sunshine embrace; it is nothing short of palpable. And seeing them together is even more powerful.
These are two people who just so clearly delight in each other's company. Like all of us, they have their share of less than stellar days, but they're strong for each other, they support one another, they complement each other... and, like I said, when you see them together, you can't help but share a little hiccup in your heart... a skip-step of giddiness. In short, if ever two people should be married, G and her love were those two people. And they're both from backgrounds that value marriage; that see it as the highest expression of togetherness.
But there was one more factor at play that made their wedding the specialest occasion. Until that year, they had not had the legal right to marry. Why? Because G and her One True Love are women. To which I say... So fucking what??
Marriage, as I understand it, is all about love and commitment. And no two people were ever more in love or more committed.
And to those who argue same-sex marriage somehow undermines the so-called sanctity of the so-called institution of marriage... I say heterosexual couples... with their soaring divorce rates, and rampant infidelity, and vicious child-custody disputes... are doing that themselves.
Besides. Why should anyone's choice of who to love... or who to marry... be anyone else's business? As long as no one's being victimized, what's the problem?
One of the arguments advanced here in Canada, where same-sex marriage is legal (for the time being, anyway)... is that, if THIS is okay, then what's next? Polygamy?
To which I say... what's the hairy issue with polygamy? If three people (or four or five or whatever) choose to form a legal bond and raise their family collectively... again, as long as no one's being victimized... what is the problem?
Oh, say the critics, but polygamy's tied to child abuse. Uh, right. That's the same thing they say about same-sex unions... based on their ludicrous assumption that all homosexuals are somehow pedophiles, or sex fiends. Ridiculous.
I've heard otherwise rational men say... I'd never go to a gay male doctor.
To which I say.... don't flatter yourself. Just because a man may be in a love with another man, that doesn't mean he's uncontrollably flinging himself at every damned man who walks through the door. I mean... I have a straight male doctor. That means... oooooohhhh.... gasp.... he has sex with women!!!! But that has absolutely nothing to do with him examining me in his professional capacity.
We have a polygamist sect here in British Columbia, and it's under near-constant scrutiny for child abuse. The allegation is that very young girls are married off to men, against their will.
To which I say... if that's the case, it's child abuse, for sure. But it's an entirely separate issue from the marital status of the parents involved.
Sorry if I'm ranting here, but this whole issue gets my knickers in a major twist. I think it's because... as one of those kids who was teased and taunted for simply being who I was... I sort of understand what it must be like to face such senseless discrimination.
We have today, in too many parts of North America, a culture that says... while most other forms of organized hate and discrimination are frowned upon... it's okay to ostracize and mistreat people... solely on the basis of who they love.
It's insane. I mean... I remember when I first encountered boys. There was an instant ZING! From that time on, I pretty much always had a crush on some boy or other and... lucky me... I was part of a majority, so having those feelings was a-okay.
The gay and lesbian people I've talked to had similar experiences somewhere in their lives.... where they felt that overwhelming sense of attraction and excitement and curiosity. But... unlucky them, they were part of a minority, and made to think that what they felt was somehow bad or wrong.
I'm on this topic today because our federal government (recently elected and right wing) is threatening to undo the same-sex marriage law. This is just the latest in a string of reversals that's included:
- killing the nearly-enacted bill that would've decriminalized marijuana
- killing an agreement with aboriginal people that would've finally begun addressing the deplorable conditions many of them live in
- reversing the country's commitment to do its part to address climate change, and
- killing a multi-year agreement with the provinces that would've made child care somewhat more affordable and accessible.
In the government's eyes, child care is bad. I mean, everyone knows mommies should stay home with their babies while daddies work. Climate change is just a bunch of made-up garbage; after all, those scientists are all a bunch of liberals. Aboriginal people... notwithstanding the fact that white people stole their land, stuck them on reserves, legislated away their rights and tore a whole generation of children away from their families and communities... Notwithstanding that, "those people" are just lazy; they just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. As for marijuana... well, we all know it's FAR more harmful than booze, which government not only endorses but shamelessly profits from. I mean... just look at all the domestic strife, and public brawls, and armed standoffs, and traffic carnage caused by those crazed, violent potheads. And those humsexuals... well. We can't deport them 'cause they're from here (darnit anyway). But we sure as hell owe it to the citizenry to make sure they're denied the most fundamental of human rights... the right to freely love.
I'm sorry if this is a downer but I'm sick at heart for my country today. I fear where we're going and I feel so helpless... watching our common sense progress slip away.
I guess I should just be glad that G and her One True Love are already married... and no one... not even right wing governments... can take what they have away from them.
*Working Towards a Better World
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Marc is Autistic and is presently suffering from uncontrollable rage, darkness and frightening hallucinations that he has been battling with. His parents are loving and always attentive, but it is hard to have to watch and feel rather hopeless. They do all that they can but the medications are not working at present. Please join me in sending prayers, good vibes and thoughts their way so that a better medication can bring him relief and peace, enable him to enjoy his life again.
This goes out to all Autistic people and their families, may a cure be found to stop this dreadful illness.
Sending love to Marc and his family and all the other families confronting this demon.
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