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EXPLORE #10 29.06.09
Took a little stroll up a hill with Rob & Mr Messy of WFC
What can i say about this amzing place my first sunset here that meant getting home around 11.40 pm after climbing up to the lake ( thanks Mr Messy then climbing up to Corn Dhu the hard way ) but what a view !!! My knees are so gonna hate me today .
This was the first mountain climbing cog railway anywhere in the world. It was built in 1869 and continues to delight passengers as it climbs 6288 feet to the summit.
There are two members of staff on each train, the engine driver and a brakeman who travels in the carriage. It is interesting to note that the engine is not joined to the carriage at all. The reason is that if the engine starts to descend uncontrollably, the brakeman would be able to stop the carriage, but not the weight of the carriage and engine combined.
Over the past few years of exploring Piney Lake, I came to the conclusion that I really wanted to pursue what I considered a truly engaging capture from the area. In thinking about what this meant, I made the decision to pursue timing with the Aspen Fall Foliage and the light of a Quarter Moon.
So this past fall, I planned a night at Piney Lake under a Quarter Moon setting in the western skies when the Aspen Fall Foliage would hopefully be at it's peak. During the drive up in the dark, I couldn't really see much in the way of Aspen leaves but I had high hopes that they were ready for me. Sure enough, when I got to the scene, I could see plenty of bright yellow aspen leaves. And with clear skies and calm winds, I had the uncontrollable factors "right where I wanted them". :-)
In working with the last of the moonlight for the evening, I found myself drawn to the canoes lined up next to the dock. I had shown a little hesitation in going out onto the dock (considering some of the area on the west side is part of the Piney River Ranch) but with the last of the moonlight, I decided to be quiet and go for it.
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My beautiful wife enjoying the sunrise at South Pointe Park, South Beach, Miami.
La Música y la inspiración van unidas desde siempre, como en cualquier arte...como en la fotografía...
La inspiración te puede surgir o puedes buscarla en cualquier momento y lugar...
como este músico que la busca en un ambiente mágico, los jardines de La Catedral de Málaga, con el sonido del agua, de los pájaros y el mecer de las ramas por el viento....
puede surgir de de un recuerdo, de un presento, un pasado o un futuro...
Adoro la música y muy especialmente tocar la percusión, en cualquier momento o lugar....
puedes encontrar gente que te inspire en cualquier parte del mundo, músicos increíbles que hacen erizarnos la piel, sonreír o llorar..
aunque no entendamos lo que dicen, aunque canten en otro idioma...
Nuestra Amiga Patricia, amante de toda la música y experta en jazz en grado máximo nos envió un enlace que quiero compartir con vosotros....
Hacía tiempo que en la música no encontraba algo así, que me transmitiera una inspiración y unos sentimientos tan maravillosos...unas ganas de tocar irrefrenables, de ser uno mas de esa genialidad....
Es una producción llena de sentimientos, el trabajo de un director amante de la música que encontró el arte por todos los lugares....
que encontró la inspiración..con un gusto exquisito....
poned los altavoces..leed los subtítulos...
¡¡que disfrutéis!!..
Playing For Change: Song Around the World "Stand By Me"
Millones de Gracias a todos..Sed Felices...
Maravilloso Domingo para todos..Bzos!!
Music and the inspiration go united from always, as in any art… as in the photography…
The inspiration can arise or you can look for it and place, at any time to you…
like this musician looks for who it in a magical atmosphere, the gardens of the Cathedral of Malaga, with the sound of the water, the birds and rocking of the branches by the wind….
it can arise from a memory of I present/display, a past or a future…
I adore music and very especially to touch the percussion, at any time or place….
you can find people who inspire to you anywhere of the world, incredible musicians who make make bristle the skin to us, smile or cry...
although we do not understand what they say, although sing in another language…
Our Friend Patricia, loving of all the music and expert in jazz in top degree sent aconnection to us that I want to share with you….
A long time ago in music it thus did not find something, that transmitted a so wonderful inspiration and feelings to me… desire to touch uncontrollable, of being one but of that genius….
It is a full production of feelings, the work of a loving director of the music that found the art by all the places….
that it found the inspiration. with an exquisite taste….
you put the loudspeakers. you read the subtitles…that you enjoy!!....
Playing For Change: Song Around the World "Stand By Me"
Million of Thanks to all...Thirst Happy…
Wonderful Sunday for all...Kisessss!!
The prototype version of the captain of my yet-to-be-posted spaceship. I love this guy's stereotypical Firefly-esque captain look.
Jeffrey Sparrick is well-renowned throughout the galaxy for his smuggling activities. He and his ship Feigned Ignorance have seen regions of space few others have seen. He is cunning, but not ruthless, and knows when to quit. His Achilles heel is uncontrollable; his fame leads many to want him dead. It is rumored that he sometimes routes supplies to Captain Blue Star, and he maintains the story that he once made a delivery of 1,000 Futuron Moon Pies to the Nerds in Space set, though no one believes him.
Likes: Women (not too fast, not too slow), money, action films, leisurely piloting Feigned Ignorance, power naps, and spacewalks.
Dislikes: Knife fights, hallucinogens, members of Spyrius, losing crew members, and (MS2):Mars Species 2.
Uncontrollable Nature.
Fonctionnalités troublantes puissants darks extraordinaires bleus stridant les effets féroces du vermillon sous-bois greens expressionnisme rêves,
melynog godidog godidog blodau celestial yn diflannu meysydd rhyfeddol meddyliau bregus troi troi gwallgofrwydd gwael dwys bardd yn chwilio,
absorberende forvrengninger mentalt spektakulært bekreftelser disjointed desillusionments imperious mystikk inspirerende år,
تعذيب مهنة بلاغة وفرة جامدة لوحات قماش أشكال انفجار رائعة معجزات مزاج الطاقة الفائقة اختراق اختراقات,
gyönyörű látomások fekete lángok borított művészet mérgezés gondolkodás fermentáló őrület hatalmas árnyékok panaszkodó hangok gördülő színek,
素晴らしい色合い装飾的な価値黄金の調和の原始的な満足度重い灰色伝播する芸術の難しさオレンジ色の砂強調ライン季節自由.
Steve.D.Hammond.
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It is not optimism or wishful thinking. It is not a simple act of the will, a decision under human control, or a willful determination. It emerges without clear cause like grace, without explanation, in the midst of despair and at the point of least hope. It comes from elsewhere, unbidden, illusive, uncontrollable, and surprising, given in the pit, the place of no hope...
...I recognize, instead, that hope is one experience of survival, one interlude in coming to grips with tragedy, and one fragile interpretation among others. Hope appears, flags, disappears as if forever, reemerges, and fades again as the light changes.
-Lamentations and the Tears of the World,
Kathleen M. O’Connor
A pack of Greenland Dogs ("kalaallit qimmiat" in Greenlandic) lives right by the hotel where I stayed during my week-long visit to Greenland. They're working sled dogs during the winter months, and seem to mostly hang out and rest during the warmer months. It was interesting to catch little bits of their daily routine. One thing's for sure: despite the calm demeanor of the pup pictured here, the pack is extremely in tune with their caretaker's comings and goings, particularly at meal time. Lots of excited jumping and uncontrollable howling as food is distributed to each dog.
Happy Friday :)
-Lorenzo
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Punctum is a term introduced by Roland Barthes in Camera Lucida in which he refers to uncontrollable, personally touching detail that instantly establishes a direct relationship with the viewer and the object or subject within (in the photo). I of course did not install it intentionally, let alone thought of it at the moment I took the photo, but on a second sight while converting the photo to black & white with green filter it pricked my conscience in all of sudden and drew my attention.
The photo was taken at the site where Virgin Mary is said to have fallen asleep for the last time.
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So eh... Where do I start.. We had a guy who drop this mare to our Ranch yesterday for a "reworking". He told us a little about her story, so we know she's a 4y/o Thouroghbred reformed race horse, she did steeple and flat racing but at the end, she became really uncontrollable so her trainer / old owner, decided to retire her from racing. We all know how most of them end unfortunately.. So this guy just saved her life by buying her, NOW problem is, she really is uncontrollable, they didn't lied to him about that. We tried her on flat, and wanted to try some little jumps but it didn't go well.. We'll have a lot of work with her, first will be give her back confidence in Humans, who know how she's been treated..
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➵ Tack : Cheval D'or / Teegle Avatar / Estrella Cross Country Tack Set.
➵ Polo Wraps : Cheval D'or / Teegle Avatar / Polo Wraps/Bandages.
➵ Bell Boots : Cheval D'or / Teegle Bento Avatar / Rubber Bell Boots.
➵ Horseshoes : Cheval D'or / Teegle Avatar / Horseshoes w/Pad.
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➵ Branding : [HX]-Stables Thoroughbred Branding
C-GFBR, an Antonov An-2PD-5, several minutes after it crashed at Greenbank Airport (CNP8) at Uxbridge, Ontario.
Soon after taking off at 0940 local, the aircraft experienced a serious oil leak that coated the cockpit windows and negated visibility. Thankfully, the sliding side windows in the cockpit were operable and allowed the highly skilled pilot to return the airplane to the 2,700-foot-long grass strip.
Upon landing at 0953, the aircraft slid uncontrollably (thanks to oil coated tires and wet grass) off the runway and into a culvert before slamming against the embankment.
The 1,000 horsepower radial engine was separated from the big biplane's firewall.
Details about the accident are available here:
what does a photo look like when the photographer had no idea what to do for her 365 that day?
oh wait. THIS.
well sort of, i mean, i knitted a lot today so.. it's sort of meaningful. i think.
mostly i just didn't have time. it was taken at 1 AM but that's technically the same "day" ...right? ergh. i've just been really busy the past few days. i was at tommy's with some friends but elected to come home a few hours early because i just needed some time to myself... which will potentially be very sparse next week since i may be making a surprise appearance as the drama director of my old church's VBS, hmmm. i don't go anymore, but i do love how much fun i had the last time i did it (they stopped having VBS for a few years). i'm really really intense about realistic sets, haha, so it's very engaging. but i'm used to getting up at like... noon. soooooo. we'll see.
i'm just mentally worn out. one of my really good friends seems intent on putting "the moves" on me (as of like two days ago) and i'm not really sure what to think. it'd be nice to have an extra option of things to do/people to see in a day, but it seems more of an impending responsibility than excitement at this point. i don't see a way to let him down without making it awkward if he does decide to pursue me seriously. asjdflasfl;kashawetijsaf so puzzled
i guess it'd be good to, well, maybe not move "on," but at least to... move somewhere.
i had a really good egg and cheese biscuit tonight at the waffle house. mmmm.
i think i'll go to bed early tonight.
p.s. the title of this photo keeps making me think of death cab's song "someday you will be loved" and now i am just uncontrollably weeping because it's always done that to me since the first time i heard it probably 5+ years ago. aghhhh
You're not afraid of a little daddy long-legs crawling up your finger.. are you?
Actually, I don't find these little guys, or any other type of spider, creepy at all. I'm quite fascinated with them. Several people that I know (including many men) will run and scream at the sight of something like this, which makes me laugh uncontrollably. :D
Random fact thingy:
I cannot get this diddy out of my head:
went to the doctor today. all thru school i was called "blinky bill" cause i tend to blink uncontrollably sometimes.. turns out i have a twitch. i feel kind of special now :)
well i got home and jus started messing around with my cameras and got this shot, thought it was kind of cool. and i kinda like how my piercings make bokeh lol
strobist: 1 flash bounced off roof
Life is like a waves
Sometimes calm soothing the soul
But when an unexpected
tranquility was changed to surge
a roar of anger, it is called a hurricane
Likewise human life
There are two camps in the soul that comes and goes,
attract one another like waves
Souls who make peaceful quiet
But sometimes uncontrollable anger, it's scary
As the storm ocean wave
Very scary .....
@ Death Valley National Park
I visited Death Valley once more this spring intrigued by the once many years super bloom. Also, for the first time, I camped in the valley, which provided me with the perfect opportunity to photograph the valley during my favorite time frame - the dusk.
I took this photo after staring for couple minutes before I ran uncontrollably down to the bottom of Ubehebe Crater. The way back up is rather killing given the loose gravel and steep slope.
- Felix
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Victor Cayro a.k.a Bald Eagles -
self-taught artist whos work oozes with the virtues of the groutesque and beautiful. His amazingly detailed works mix 80's action movie demi-god, ultra violence, and scathing humor into a personal mythology flowing straight from his id.
David Magdaleno -
A Los Angeles native who's work has gradually mutated into an inspired mix of Day of the Dead themes, classic skateboard graphics, psychedelic horror, and low-brow comedy.
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Los Angeles artist and curator whos continuously works on drawings, zines, commix, and putting together kick-ass art shows such as this one. His work flows from dark psychedelia filled with mutants, 3rd eyes, magik and surreal landscapes; to full color pieces of humor and absurdity.
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9/52.
Inspired by the ending of relationships and the uncontrollable distance that grows between people.
I'm going camping next week with my two best friends, and can't wait to go scouting for new locations while I'm there! Hopefully we survive this week long trip, hahah. Wish me luck! ;) Also, I finally got around to visiting my favorite high school art teacher, and it made me realize how much I've grown as a person and artist. It feels like I've been out of high school for ten years but it's only been one! ;P
P.S. It's still me on the right, just in case the hair threw you off! :P
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Window shopping in Park Royal South Mall. The ROLEX window at LUGARO was too close for my wallets comfort zone, it began weeping uncontrollably.
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At LUGARO one can browse the Rolex collection or simply contact them to book an appointment with the dedicated staff, who can help you make the choice that will last a lifetime.
Not gonna happen.
The Can-Y-Don, an ex RNLI Lifeboat formally named "ECJR" laid up on Loch Harport, Isle of Skye.
I've been photographing this old wooden boat for many years now ,documenting her gradual decline, and on my last visit I was lucky enough to meet up with a member of the family who own her..
Like many others I was interested in her history ...
Please read the article below..
In the early hours of 8 December 1954, most of the Scarborough fishing fleet was at sea. The weather was calm, with a gentle southeast wind and a slight swell. However, as the morning progressed, the wind suddenly strengthened, and the sea became increasingly rough. At 11:40am, the Scarborough lifeboat The ECJR, a 35-foot self-righting vessel, was called upon to escort the fishing fleet safely back to the harbour.
The lifeboat headed south and found the fishing coble near Cayton Bay, with a single crewman struggling against the worsening conditions. Securing a tow line to the Venture, the lifeboat safely guided her back to the harbour.
By this time, it was known that 10 cobles remained at sea to the north of Scarborough. With the weather escalating to a full south-easterly gale and heavy swells with breaking waves, the lifeboat ventured out again, successfully escorting the six cobles back to safety.
By 3:30pm, only three fishing boats remained unaccounted for.
The lifeboat resumed its search to the north. Soon, a message came via radio telephone that the Whitby lifeboat had escorted two of the boats into Whitby, and the remaining boat had managed to reach Whitby unaided.
At approximately 4:45pm, the lifeboat began its return journey to the harbour. By then, the sea conditions had deteriorated further, with 15-foot breaking waves caused by the ebbing tide, and visibility hampered by driving sleet. Approaching from the northwest, the lifeboat faced the wind and waves on her stern. Despite deploying a drogue to stabilize the vessel, the crew had to abort eight attempts to enter the harbour due to the tumultuous sea state.
On the ninth attempt, while running at half engine speed, an enormous wave overtook the lifeboat approximately 200 yards from the harbour entrance. The wave overwhelmed the vessel, forcing her to run submerged for about 30 yards before she surfaced, veered to port, and became uncontrollable, half-filled with water. A second massive wave struck, capsizing the lifeboat, though she immediately righted herself.
The engines had stalled, and only three crew members Allan Rennard, William Sheader, and Tom Scales remained aboard.
The other five had been thrown into the sea. While the port engine was restarted, the starboard engine failed due to ropes from the drogue entangling the propeller. As the bowman took the wheel, the crew managed to pull Ernest Eves and Jack Crawford back aboard. Tragically, as they attempted to save Second Coxswain John Cammish, another wave swept him away. Despite these challenges, the lifeboat, with its diminished crew, reached the harbour.
Coxswain John Sheader and Second Coxswain John Cammish were washed ashore within minutes. Despite the efforts of those who came to their aid and their swift transfer to St. Thomas’s Hospital on the seafront, both men succumbed to their injuries. The body of Francis Bayes was recovered later.
An investigation by the RNLI revealed that the drogue had gone missing, and its ropes were entangled around the starboard propeller, rendering the engine inoperative. Though the lifeboat itself suffered only superficial damage, the extraordinary weather conditions and operational challenges had proven overwhelming, resulting in a devastating loss.
Just days later, on 11 December, the ECJR returned to service with a newly formed crew that included the five survivors of the accident. On 13 December, a funeral service was held in this very church, attended by the widows, families, and a large congregation. The Archbishop of York delivered a heartfelt sermon.
The lifeboatmen who lost their lives were:
Coxswain John Nicholas Sheader, also known as (Jack) aged 63, who had served for 42 years and been coxswain for 10 years. He was awarded a Bronze Medal by the RNLI in 1952 for his role in aiding the Dutch motor vessel Westkust.
Second Coxswain John Cammish, aged 55, who had served with both the Filey and Scarborough lifeboats for 37 years and been second coxswain for 10 years.
Signalman Francis Bayes, aged 29, who had served as a crew member for many years.
Since that tragic day, the station has gathered annually at St Mary's church on the Sunday nearest to 8 December to honor the memory of the ECJR disaster and all other lifeboat tragedies.
Roger Buxton, Scarborough RNLI Lifeboat Operations Manager commented: 'Every year since this tragedy has been commemorated by a church service remembering their ultimate sacrifice and final act of selflessness on the first Sunday after its anniversary.
'During Scarborough RNLI’s 223-year history, the number of people rescued is in substantial but untold numbers. For all that, sixteen men have given their lives in the service of Scarborough lifeboat. They include Frank Dalton, who died in an accident three years before the ECJR in tumultuous seas on 9 December 1951. All 16 men who made the ultimate sacrifice in the history of our station are remembered during the service.
'We remember with deep respect the brave lifeboatmen and shore crew who sacrificed their lives. For some, these events may now seem like a distant memory, but to the families of the fallen, they remain ever-present. It is our duty to ensure their courage and sacrifice are never forgotten by the people of Scarborough.'
Courtesy of the RNLI..
After her service with the RNLI she was re named "Can-Y-Don" and used as a pleasure craft at Aberystwyth on the Welsh coast. Then later used for fishing of the Isle of Skye..
There is talk of having her returned to Scarborough and being restored as a memorial to the lives lost, but there is some mixed feelings about this...
Wasn't actually breakfast today...but I wish it were. I can't keep cereal in my dorm room because I eat it uncontrollably! It's fine at home, but I seem to lose all self-control at school...!
Quaisquer destino turístico possuem seus locais. O sentimento do turista é incontrolável, quer explorar o lugar aonde está. Essa é uma das razões pela qual nos deslocamos, dar-se de encontro com outra realidade.
Mas existem os locais. Os que vivem ali todos os dias, e já não veem mais os atrativos turísticos como o turista vê. Vivemos isso em nossa cidade, e esse senhor vive essa relidade em Ouro Preto - Minas Gerais.
Porque para ele, não importa mais quem foi Tiradentes, porque sua cabeça foi pendurada em público atrás de seu ponto, qual a importância da corrida do ouro no desenvolvimento do país, tampouco quanto está custando o passeio até as minas. Ele vive aonde outros passam férias, despercebidos, fotografando pontos turísticos como ao fundo.
O que lhe importa é vender bananas e verduras, e sobreviver.
Luz natural, de Sol das dez da manhã.
Sem a colaboração do ator, minha `técnica` consiste em vizualizar a imagem primeiro, preparar-se, congelando a imagem na fração de segundo em que seus olhos curiosos investigam a lente.
Já tinha tomado café, senão comprava uma banana.
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Any tourist destination have their locals. The feeling of tourists is uncontrollable, explore the place where they are. This is one of the reasons why we people travel, to give ourselfs some perspective with diferent realitys.
But then, there are the locals. Those who live there every day, and I do not see more tourist attractions such as the tourist do. We experienced this in our city, and this man live in this relidade Ouro Preto - Minas Gerais.
Because for him, no matter who was Tiradentes, why he was killed and hung in public behind hin, how important was the gold rush in the country's development, orhow much it is costing the ride to the mines. He lives where others spend their holidays, unnoticed, tourists photographing sights as the background.
What matters to him is to sell bananas and vegetables, and survive.
Natural light, the sun from ten in the morning.
Without the cooperation of the actor, my 'technique' is to visualize the image first, preparing, freezing the image in the split second when their curious eyes are investigating the lenses.
i'm sad to say i have something along the lines of the stomach flu. miraculously, i've kept everything down...if you know what i mean. which im grateful for. just stomach aches all day. so ive had the grandma diet. soup. 7up and baked potatoes.
i woke up at 4am with the chills! it was so weird...shaking almost uncontrollably.
i'm not sure how long this will last, so im i miss a day i hope you understand. ill catch up!
lit by my 430EX to cam. right pointed at me (what im looking at) w/ shoot through umbrella at 1/8 power.
As I drove down to the Corran ferry the ice warning flashed on in my car. I was expecting to see more swimmers but with the ferry not oprating on New Year's Day, it meant a long detour for anyone interested in joining in the celebratory swim. Swimming across from the other side, although only a very short distance is probably not a wise choice due to the strong current where Loch Linnhe spills down to the sea as the tide goes out. There were several people, shaking and shivering uncontrollably as I drew near, trying to get hot coffee down themselves, and only a few who managed to stay in the water for more than a minute. Back at Strontian, apparently there were more like 20 enthusiastic swimmers.
These young lads were an absolute blast, at times uncontrollable but that just what kids do and what makes photographing this so much fun.
As photographers, do you think we create our own luck? By placing ourselves in the right place at the right time, do we create our own opportunities for success or are we simply ruled by earthly variables like the weather? And most importantly, does my reverse naked raindance actually work?
Sadly, no matter how fun and visually mesmerizing my naked raindance may be, I’m fairly sure it’s not altering the weather. However, I do believe that it’s these uncontrollable variables that have the potential to create the magic in a photograph and give it that special something. And while we can’t control certain variables, we can learn to understand and recognize them.
I’ve been lucky enough to visit Venice quite a few times and each time I’m always looking for the perfect amount of variables to line up, especially in places like The Rialto Bridge and views down The Grand Canal. The boat and gondola traffic, the clouds, the light, the turbulence of the water, the restoration projects and scaffolding - getting all these things to work together in harmony can be tricky business but when it all works out, you can come away with something truly unique. This is probably what compels me to visit Venice year after year; that pursuit of that one magic shot. Well, it’s either that or the abundance of amazing (and cheap) pinot grigio.
Another image from the "Freeze-My-Ass-Off Tour 2011" up on Mount Hood this past weekend. Temps hovered just above zero that morning. This is one of the the first images I shot and feel the predawn glow and blue colors perfectly captures the feeling of standing their shivering uncontrollably as the frigid air froze my nostril hairs with each inhale while also turning each toe into little white french fries of dead flesh. God I love winter!
China, Beijing, Chinese Ethnic Cultural Park,
👉 ...to prevent that the corn sperm dust due to wind, insects & birds is spreading uncontrollably in the Ethnic Park & result in wild growth, most trusses are covered with weather-resistant but air-permeable special paper bags during this time in the year.
The Chinese Ethnic Cultural Park, sometimes also called Museum, opposite of the Olympic Park & the Olympic stadium, representing the 56 ethnic groups living in the Peoples Republic of China their culture & heritage. Each group is extensively presented in the park in his own area, with folkloric groups & shops, houses or even small villages, their way of living, handicraft production for sale to visitors, or typical dishes for direct consumption & small tea rooms
To visit this area you should count at least for two days, it is worthwhile, the largest area is dedicated to Tibet. The park had been created with focus on detailed regional authenticity & is almost completely unknown by tourists, even little known by the people living in Beijing, therefore the museum park is never really crowded.
👉 One World one Dream,
🙏...Danke, Xièxie 谢谢, Thanks, Gracias, Merci, Grazie, Obrigado, Arigatô, Dhanyavad, Chokrane to you & over
16 million visits in my photostream with countless motivating comments
Does your loved one suffer from Disco Fever?
Symptoms: having no time to talk, bruises from being kicked around since birth, getting low, getting high, uncontrollable dancing (sometimes in nothing but underwear, apparently), city breaking, shaking
Prognosis: While you may look the other way (advisable), disco fever is not lethal. Most who have it have no problem stayin' alive.
(For those unable to get the video, fear not! It is probably for the best. It's just about a minute of Wilmur dance walking to the BeeGee's song Stayin' Alive. If you feel you really must see it, send him a request. He'll be glad to do it live, in person, I'm sure.)
(Oh the things our bored minds come up with to do.)
"Black. A Color which surreptitiously tingles even the most obliviously dormant crannies of your soul; to realms beyond the wisps of eternal eternity.
Black. A Color which triggers an unsurpassable inferno of hidden fires in your naked skin; indefatigably tantalizing your nimble shadow to forever blend with the celestially enamoring fabric of the night.
Black. A Color which inevitably magnetizes you towards even the most infinitesimal speck of your surrounding environment; irrespective of your indelibly vociferous denial to survive.
Black. A Color which engenders you to timelessly discover your ever-pervadingly unbridled creativity; as you ardently gyrate in the passionately undying fabric of the iridescent night.
Black. A Color which stupefies every conceivable patch of the whites of your eye; transfixes you into a state of timelessly eternal bliss; with nothing else but a cloud of everlasting sensuality as your sole savior.
Black. A Color which insatiably augments your desire to inexhaustibly proliferate; inundate every perceivable filament of earth divine with cloudbursts of your untamed virility; with none but amorphous darkness to discover.
Black. A Color which brings out the truest shades of your eclectically vibrant personality; at times unleashing the unfettered animal within you; as you ecstatically slaver and rollick on virgin mud; without a cloth to engulf your uncontrollably shivering skin.
Black. A Color which renders every pore of your impeccable flesh in unlimited bewilderment of the profound feel of boundless depth; transports you into an unending labyrinth of ebulliently perennial desire.
Black. A Color which forever rectifies even the most inconspicuous trace of inconsolably pulverizing misery; coalescing every form of torturous anguish in vicinity with a singleton shade of amazingly mollifying equanimity.
Black. A Color which indefatigably challenges the devil to appear again and again and again; only so that the spirit of triumphantly Omnipotent righteousness; overtopples it beyond dormitories of feasible recognition; everytime.
Black. A Color which forever annihilates even the most evanescent trace of your dolorously beleaguered shadow; encompassing every ingredient of your crimson blood with the undaunted tenacity to holistically survive.
Black. A Color which makes you fearlessly entwine your fingers with the intrepidly unknown; igniting the bonfire of unstoppable adventure in every conceivable corridor of your innocuously pious soul.
Black. A Color which perpetuates even the most extinguishing part of you to fantasize beyond the definitions of the extraordinary; discover the completeness of existence as the flaming Sun sinks well behind the Omnipresent horizons.
Black. A Color which makes you wholesomely forget every tangible idiosyncrasy of caste; creed; tribe or color; as all appeared symbiotically alike under the most celestially ameliorating carpet of the moonless night.
Black. A Color which knew no blazing victory or ghastly defeat; as even the most ethereal trace of war ceased with the descent of the marvelously royal night.
Black. A Color which metamorphoses even the most monotonously robotic part of you into the most seductively mitigating of poet; as you inevitably started to churn fathomless lines of divinely poetry; with every whisper and kiss of the night.
Black. A Color which makes you synergistically neutral to life and death; misery and effulgent happiness; as all you could see; perceive; implement and imbibe; was just darkness; darkness and just timelessly emancipating darkness.
Black. A Color which foments you to exhale the most fervently fiery of your breath; in order to victoriously blaze a stream of optimistically mitigating light; through the tunnel of unendingly embracing darkness.
Black. A Color which facilitates spectacularly untamed lovemaking to the most unconquerable limits; as countless blessed seeds of fertility timelessly permeated the cradle of the atmosphere; with absolutely no hindrance to grow; at an hour always past passionate midnight". — Nikhil Parekh; 'Collected Poems'.
Lena Horne — Black is ♫ youtu.be/NEG56PrBOqU
“A pool is, for many of us in the West, a symbol not of affluence but of order, of control over the uncontrollable. A pool is water, made available and useful, and is, as such, infinitely soothing to the western eye.”
Joan Didion
The Society was never officially present on Ra’un. Forces were dispatched from sympathetic imperial remnants, or as ex-imperial mercenaries. Society leaders saw this campaign as an opportunity to get rid of uncontrollable experimental forces.
Unofficially however, the Society had sent a handful of elite agents. Rumors of a several force sensitive children in the local population, warranted sending in agents to secure and “evacuate” these individuals. The participation in the battle, and the heaps of expendable forces, was just a cover for the real operation. Operation Harvester.
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The AT-ST was inspired by the concept art by Shane Molina (www.artstation.com/artwork/bzywv), and the head of the AT-ST is based on GolPlaysWithLego's AT-ST. Not a super stable build, but I'm happy with the result.
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"How many years have you gone through the house, shutting the windows, while the rain was still five miles away?
You were glad those clouds were sweeping on elsewhere,
violent and electric and uncontrollable.
And what then, when you find yourself finally wanting to forget all enclosures, including the enclosure of yourself?
Will you dash finally, frantically, to the windows
and haul them open
and lean out to the dark, silvered sky,
to everything that is beyond capture,
shouting
'I'm here, I'm here! Now, now, now, now, now!'" - Mary Oliver
Perhaps my favourite poem in all the world.
On the moors, barefoot, spinning and dancing and feeling alive. See, this is why I need to live in a van, so I can follow the mist wherever it goes, and make myself a soft, hazy space to live in away from 'reality' :-) Yes, please.
No work. No hassle. No maintenance. No cost.
Nature's sheer infinite strength, beauty, might and uncontrollable power.
Odd name for a German Shorthaired Pointer we think, but my oldest daughter and her husband have never neen conventional. Gus was a sweet 75 pound low-key hunting dog. He's gone now, and was "replaced" by Cooper, another German Shorthair with quite a different temperment. Cooper is okay until you get him on a leash, and then you're in for a ride.
In our walks, my wife and I meet about 10 people walking their dogs every night. None are that well-behaved but about half are adorable, and from experience, adorable dogs and woosy owners (us) make for poorly trained animals. Right now my wife and I are in love with a five pound cockapoo or something like that. It's apricot. After two nights, he knows us and must say hello. Well, five pounds, tail wagging uncontrollably, ajust jumping about to my knees is adorable. Cooper at almost 80 pounds can be dangerous. It's easy to be a hypocrite when you're comparing dogs. I love 'em all, but some more than others.
So, for this Dog Day Monday, enjoy Gus.
Homily062021_QuiettheStormu
“Let Us Cross to the Other Side”
One phrase in our Gospel reading quickened my heart, because I instantly related to its meaning. It speaks to the big and small decisions we make everyday in our lives. “Let Us Cross to the Other Side” is a statement that we should all relate with. With each event that occurs in our lives we make decisions (big or small)…and a new journey begins. Yes, our lives, are but a series of decisions and events with many endings but ultimately concludes with our death.
In this rich and deep Gospel story, Jesus is inviting each of his disciples to travel with him “to the other side.” Each of them freely makes the decision to enter the boat. From the disciples view, they soon discover that they are on rough water. It should be easy for us to relate to their predicament. However, Jesus we are told is asleep on a cushion. In their panic, they wake Jesus up, and state “don’t you care that we are perishing?” With the words from his mouth, Jesus simply says “quiet, peace be still.” All the storms are calmed now…the one they see and the one they feel on the inside. One can imagine Jesus calming saying “what are you afraid of…where is your faith?”
How often have we felt this way in the middle of a journey? The storms within our own hearts! How often do we feel the squalls, the uncontrollable emotions that snatches away our peace and clouds our judgement. I have and so have you.
Recently, I was traveling to see one of our parishioners. I was stopped at a red light, when the light turned green, I proceeded forward…suddenly I was in the middle of a sudden storm…my car spun around…and my peace was gone. After my daze, I quickly realized how blessed I was…in the spinning of my car…the deadly force of the other car had been swallowed up. A few feet more…and I would have been crushed. I made it to the other side of this event…and I am steal learning things about myself. What did the disciples learn about themselves, as they completed their journey to the other side of the lake? I suspect they had a deeper understanding and a “healthier fear” of the one called Jesus; their constant traveling companion.
Like the disciples on the boat, some storms we experience collectively-that would be together. Our Psalm reading, in the context of our shared experience of the pandemic, seems very timely. Is life not like sailing on deep waters where we experience wonder, mystery and fear. Sometimes larger then life events carry us to heaven (rain during a drought or the miracle of a as a vaccine that is available to us all) and sometimes we get carried to the depths-pandemics, droughts, earthquakes and war. What should our collective response be? I quote our Psalm reading…
They cried to the LORD in their distress;
from their straits he rescued them,
He hushed the storm to a gentle breeze,
and the billows of the sea were stilled.
They rejoiced that they were calmed,
and he brought them to their desired haven.
Let them give thanks to the LORD for his kindness
and his wondrous deeds to the children of men.
It appears that we are starting to see the other side of this event we call Covid. It has been a very long journey. As we arrive on this new chore together…we are wondering what the new normal is going to look like. We know that this journey has changed us…it has changed our Church community.
Every week we come to church where we are reminded that we do not journey alone. We receive an outward reminder of an inward reality that our God would never abandon us. I am reminded what Jesus said in John 14:27:
“Peace- I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.”
Jesus always resides with us and in us. In a moment we will physically receive Jesus in the bread…we will consume this bread of life. The sign has been given, Jesus is literally with us. The question now is where will we take Him?
-rc
Today is the last day of March, MS Awareness month.
So I wanna share about a project I decided to do.
I'll (try) express photographically my MS symptoms.
I'll try to express how uncomfortable, annoying and suffocating is to deal with this disease that looking through the eyes on the outside you can't see anything but on the inside feels like an
uncontrollable roller coaster.
It'll probably take a year to finish this project because I'll need time, imagination and the help of the elements to accomplish the way I already see it in my mind.
I intend to share the photos once everything is done.
It'll be quite a challenge to me but I feel like I need this as a form of expression, redemption and freedom.
Maybe in a year or less from now I hope I'll come here to share and maybe somehow make you feel the way I feel for a moment.