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No work. No hassle. No maintenance. No cost.
Nature's sheer infinite strength, beauty, might and uncontrollable power.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
Window shopping in Park Royal South Mall. The ROLEX window at LUGARO was too close for my wallets comfort zone, it began weeping uncontrollably.
LUGARO is part of the worldwide network of Official Rolex Retailers.
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.
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
The best way to end a day of shooting is to go on yet another calf-burning hike. This was exactly what Aaron and I decided to do for our last shoot of the day. After a grueling morning to Eagle Creek, Mossy Grotto, and Oneonta Gorge, we took a much needed lunch break consisting of famous giant ice cream cones of Cascade Locks. Once recharged, we headed across the border over to Washington for Spirit Falls.
Still feeling the aftermath burning sensation from all the uphill climbing in the morning, dropping down and climbing up a steep 500ft was the perfect medicine. Terence informed us about the “butt-sliding” portion at the beginning of the hike. To avoid sliding down uncontrollably Aaron unleased his secret weapon: a professional climbing rope consisting of thin rope tied in the middle. Despite using this sketchy rope we managed to make it down the slide portion with no troubles. A short while later we made it down to the viewing platform.
Aaron and I began staring at each other wondering where the ideal shooting spot was located. Going back and forth we couldn’t seem to get any lower before we finally figured out where we needed to climb down. From up above it looked difficult but in actuality it was rather benign. Of all the waterfalls we visited this weekend, Spirit was clearly the most impressive in terms of sheer power and water flow. The rare Pacific Northwest blue skies also helped enhance the naturally blue colored water.
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Fire is a persistent, almost uncontrollable element. Humans believe we have mastered the danger, but massive forest fires say otherwise. Do we try to prevent and worsen natural fires or let them burn without stopping them?
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Art of the Real
Love
Has a way of wilting
Or blossoming
At the strangest,
Most unpredictable hour.
This is how love is,
An uncontrollable beast
In the form of a flower.
The sun does not always shine on it.
Nor does the rain always pour on it
Nor should it always get beaten by a storm.
Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,
And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.
Water it.
Give it plenty of sunlight.
Nurture it,
And the flower of love will
Outlive you.
Neglect it or keep dissecting it,
And its petals will quickly curl up and die.
This is how love is,
Perfection is a delusional vision.
So love the person who loves you
Unconditionally,
And abandon the one
Who only loves you
Under favorable
Conditions.
________Suzy Kassem_________
15/54.
Inspired by uncontrollable things and losing yourself.
It feels good to create something really meaningful again. I feel like for awhile I wasn't creating with much emotional input as I did in the past, so it feels great to feel familiar and connected with my work again. I hope I can really start improving on this as an artist, and that it will start to translate through my work more clearly.
Honestly, this is best viewed large :)
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Bailey Longcloth looks at her confused, "Why is everyone calling me Bails? I'm Dazy, Elise tied me to a fucking bed!" she'd look at the cat, "Wait... your..." she'd sniff the cat's hair and next "Your... not... pink"
Bailey Dazy shakes her head "N-no... I'm Dazy... You-you're Bails." She shakes her head again as she pulls away from the hug. "No... I'm not pink... I don't know what happened... and my hands... I bandaged them but they're bleeding." Her whole body begins to shake uncontrollably.
Bailey Longcloth pulls her back into a hug, "I don't care if your not pink" she'd let her go gently "Let me see your hands" she'd ask holding hers out
Bailey Dazy holds out her hands, theyre bandaged then gloved. "I don't want to unwrap them...." her hands still shaking. Instead she reaches for her belt. "Th-there is something I need you to have."
Bailey Longcloth lets go of her hands, "Dazy you need those looked at" she'd look up at her Sis "I'm Bails..." she'd look down at herself, "I'm I'm pink!" she'd almost laugh if she wasn't crying
It could be a room full of people, you still on my side
Look at how the whole world is searching, but I got mine
It's emotional, uncontrollable, all I think about is you
So if the tears wanna flood in my gates
Let the water flow
Just let it fall out, out from my face
I never thought I'd ever hear me say
I just can't breathe without my baby
Erik is 6. Can I get a boo and a hoo now? He's got attitude that's for sure. Well, of course, because of his disorder, diagnosed as lisaDNA, he's got AN attitude. Symptoms of this disorder is uncontrollable talking, stubborness, incredible intelligence (hahaha) and ultimately being right 99% of the time. If you find a cure for this let me know. I'll use it on him..for me, it's a hopeless case. LOL
Oh..and I've missed all of you these past few weeks!
A strange feeling floods over me when he looks into my eyes.
An uncontrollable smile invades my lips.
I look away because I’m afraid he’s looking into my soul,
reading my mind and judging my mistakes.
He holds my chin and gently makes me look into his eyes.
His face becomes concentrated.
I stare into his eyes and wait.
…
He smiles and kisses me lightly with his soft lips.
I smiles and continue to stare into his beautiful eyes.
He lays back and I snuggle up next to him as he puts his arms around me.
He pulls me close and whispers
“I Love You…”
©
Forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably. And never regret anything that makes you smile.
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Some odd photos again!
The job any camera has to do is to leak light in a controlled and filtered way. When the light leaks in uncontrollably, some surprises are likely to occur. It was no different in case of my FED-5C, that supposedly was letting some light through the counter-resetting feeler (thanks, Ian!).
These are the four images I decided to rescue.
One would expect something different maybe, like visible streaks, marks and such, but it's not the case here. Added some issues with scanning, and, well, tonally the result is really odd, but I think it's still likeable.
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Some odd photos again!
The job any camera has to do is to leak light in a controlled and filtered way. When the light leaks in uncontrollably, some surprises are likely to occur. It was no different in case of my FED-5C, that supposedly was letting some light through the counter-resetting feeler (thanks, Ian!).
These are the four images I decided to rescue.
One would expect something different maybe, like visible streaks, marks and such, but it's not the case here. Added some issues with scanning, and, well, tonally the result is really odd, but I think it's still likeable.
Horse-shoe bend, Colorado River, Page, AZ
This was my second time to this breathtaking, yet easily accessible spot. The first time I went, I was still shooting with cropped sensor, and the wide-angle lens I had then produced uncontrollable flare, and the season being early winter the sun was setting further to the south (left extreme in the picture) . So I was hoping to do a better job this time, and also was hoping the conditions would be better. Although the latter didn't happen with mostly bland sky, I was able to control the flare better this time. Hope you like it, and thanks a lot for looking.
In Iceland, if there's something you should know about road conditions, it's that if the road is open, you should be able to drive through it, no matter what car you're driving, unless noticed otherwise.
Personnaly, I was driving a Nissan Micra, the smallest, cheapest car I could find, and the first time I was driving a manual car since getting my license back in 2000.
I took the Micra anywhere I could. Most roads were open except for the mountain roads going to the middle of the island, so I could go anywhere a 4x4 would also be allowed too.
So I wasn't tense getting onto road 917. That changed.
From the distance, at some point, I could see it was going uphill. That wasn't my first time.
This time, though, the road was so steep that even in 1st gear, I had a hard time climbing.
On top on that, there was tons of gravels on the gravel road so my wheels would sometimes spin uncontrollably.
On top of that, the road was so narrow and so without barriers that eveytime the spinning happened, there was a chance I would practice car diving.
On top of that, if I stopped, I was never going to start again.
So it was a true relief when I could find an area somehow flat to take a break, a shot, and a cigarette, so I could focus, astounded, on all the sorts of terrain I had in front of my eyes.
If you find yourself standing atop the Fire Wave in Nevada's Valley of Fire State Park during an explosive sunset like this one, you might just be filled with the uncontrollable urge to yell out "Hallelujah!"
Only an hour away from Las Vegas, this park is terribly underrated by many but after a recent visit, I think it has an incredible amount of potential...kind of like Antelope Canyon was 20 years ago.
This is a 7 stop HDR processed in NIK. There was no way to control the dynamic range with a single image...and seven stops barely did it!
Enjoy it before it gets really famous and the place is packed with busloads of tourists!
Jeff
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So now it's time to say goodbye to Alaska for a while, but not to the memories of an enormous land of cinematic proportion. It was an adventure of a life time colored by uncontrollable events with unforeseen consequences. It was a perfect and magical experience.
Many thanks to all of my Flickr contacts for joining me on my journey through this magnificent land of enchantment.
Fairbanks, Alaska
"A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor." Unknown.
Coast photography is fraught with difficulties. The sand that sneaks through each slit of the gear and can scratch our precious lenses, the wind that threatens to fall the tripod, the waves that uncontrollably break against the rocks where we stand, water in suspension that dirties filters and lenses, and so on. But it still offers such magical possibilities that it is difficult to resist.
In the province of Cádiz we have the wonderful "Costa de la Luz". When I returned here a few months ago to dedicate myself to photography, I did it with the idea of immortalizing the most incredible places of our mountains as well as our coast. Normally I go alone to photograph, but this day I was fortunate to be accompanied by the nature photographer Reklu Fernández. I could not imagine that in the best moment of the sunset we would be surrounded by a group of about ten "guys" who looked us defiantly. At first we thought we were going to suffer an assault, but after deciding to leave the place with relative ease and check that they were not following us, we came to the conclusion that their intentions were different. It is really sad to know that our coast is dangerous during the winter because the drug traffic is not controlled enough. I would like my photos to attract visitors to our province, but I am obliged to warn that at twilight it is better to avoid parts of the coast where you can find yourself alone. We left quickly and nothing happened. We will return in summer when the coast will be full of tourists and there will be more security. We will not give up taking more photos on the coast.
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"Ningún mar en calma hizo experto a un marinero." Anónimo.
La fotografía de costa está plagada de dificultades. La arena que se cuela por cada rendija del equipo y puede rayar nuestros preciados objetivos, el viento que amenaza con caer el trípode, las olas que rompen incontrolablemente contra las rocas donde nos situamos, el agua en suspensión que ensucia filtros y lentes, etc. Pero aún así ofrece posibilidades tan mágicas que es difícil resistirse.
En la provincia de Cádiz contamos con la maravillosa Costa de la Luz. Cuando volví hace unos meses aquí para dedicarme a la fotografía, lo hice con la idea de inmortalizar los lugares más increíbles tanto de nuestra sierra como de nuestra costa. Normalmente voy solo a fotografiar, pero este día tuve la suerte de ir acompañado del fotógrafo de naturaleza Reklu Fernández. No me podía imaginar que en el mejor momento del atardecer íbamos a ser rodeados por un grupo de unos diez individuos que nos miraban desafiantes. Al principio pensamos que íbamos a sufrir un robo, pero después de decidir abandonar el lugar con relativa tranquilidad y comprobar que no nos seguían, llegamos a la conclusión de que sus intenciones eran otras. Es muy triste saber que nuestra costa es peligrosa durante el invierno porque no se vigila lo suficiente el tráfico de drogas. Me gustaría que mis fotos atrajeran visitantes a nuestra provincia, pero me veo en la obligación de avisar que a la hora del crepúsculo mejor evitar partes de la costa donde os podáis encontrar solos. Nosotros nos fuimos rápido y no pasó nada. Volveremos en verano cuando la costa esté llena de turistas y haya más seguridad. No vamos a renunciar a hacer más fotos de nuestra costa.
A tale of two skies.
One as nature intended the other as the bush fire dictated.
The street light is on Liz Kernohan Drive, Spring Farm.
Uncontrollable bush fires near Nattai have spread destroying thousands of hectares of bush land and destroying property.
Spring Farm 3.20pm 6 December, 2019.
Spring Farm, near Camden, New South Wales, Australia.
Life is short, break rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably & never regret anything that makes u smile!
the state park near us does periodic controlled burns of hundreds of acres of pine barrens. This is done during dry periods to prevent uncontrollable wildfires which can occur with a lightning strike. I guess I understand the need for this destruction in an effort to prevent larger destruction. Still, many animals lose their homes when the burns take place and the sky gets filled with smog for a few days.
Occasionally these fires have gotten out of control with unexpected shifts in the winds and spread to threaten nearby neighborhoods. Though it might look like the grasses are on fire, the bright part is the sun setting through the smoggy area. The actual fires are about 15 miles away.
for ODC - pollution
Nikon D7000 ~ Nikkor 50mm 1.8G ~ Exposure 1/1000 ~ Aperture f/2.5 ~ ISO Speed 100
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Seeing as yesterday was St Leonards Day, which isn't noted in any Gregorian calendar that you'll find, I thought I'd do my bit to honour this most illusory of Saints through the medium of Railway Photography.
My initial thoughts this morning were trading towards disappointment, as in my eagerness to see this train run, the fifteen minutes extra it spent at Derby, pre-departure getting later, might as well have been an hour, cursor again and again hitting the 'refresh' widget, thoughts uncontrollably flapping, teeth grinding in an impatient manner, and with much pursing of lips in a side to side type motion. Then, one quarter of an hour later, I see progress through wizened eyes. It was time to unbox my car, and hit the road, Leonard.
I arrived early at Nether Whitacre, something I was fairly proud of, which gave me chance to consider my shot.
37175, happens on the rear at Whitacre Junction, a hill away from Coleshill Parkway, and roughly one third through it's run to Landore T.M.D.
Happy St Blenarps Day.
Many thanks as always for the 'explore', sir :-)
True happiness is an acceptance of life as it is given to us, with it's diminishments,
mystery, uncontrollability and all.
Michael Gellert
Tucked far, far away from society, is a class of skilled musicians known only through folklore and legend. A people with a penchant for controlling the uncontrollable... taming the untamable... and mastery of a device thought not to be masterable. Armed with the most unexpected and simple of bathroom paraphernalia, they unleash a hypnotic flurry of tones capable of enticing unthinkable yards of TP from what most of us would consider to be certain demise. They are, The Toilet Bowl Charmers of Sri Lanka...
(Setup shot.)
Lighting/Setup Info
- SB600 at 24mm zoom and 1/4 power level in a 15-inch Lastolite Ezybox. Positioned slightly camera-left about 5.5-feet high and about 4-feet from subject. (Key Light)
- SB80DX at 14mm zoom and 1/16 +0.7 power level, with diffusion dome and bounced. Positioned on-axis directly below camera, about 2.5-feet from bounce surface, bounce surface is about 7-feet from subject. (Fill Light)
- Cybersyncs.
Impressie van de Flickr-meet in Kinderdijk:
-verlichte molens in Kinderdijk
-lekkere temperatuur
-shirt en korte broek
-hmpf…. onweer
-paar drupjes regen
-heftig onweer
-hoosbui
-schuilen onder een boom
-vuilniszakken over het hoofd getrokken als regenjas
-onbedaarlijke lachbui
-15 minuten lopen door de stromende regen
-nat tot op….., ja zelfs tot daar
Het was geweldig, we hebben vreselijk gelachen! Dave www.flickr.com/photos/nldazuu/ en Wim www.flickr.com/photos/16209124@N00/ bedankt voor de onvergetelijke avond!
Impression of the Flickr meet in Kinderdijk:
-lighted windmills at Kinderdijk
-nice temperature
-shirt and shorts
-hmpf .... storm
-little rain
-heavy thunderstorm
-raining cats and dogs
-shelter under a tree
-bags pulled over our heads as a raincoat
-uncontrollable laughter
-15 inutes walk through the pouring rain
-wet, very wet ... yes even there
It was great, we had so much fun! Dave www.flickr.com/photos/nldazuu/ and Wim www.flickr.com/photos/16209124@N00/ thanks for the unforgettable evening!
It looked so close. Helmut really had an urge for chocolate. He could walk or he could swim. Helmut opted for swimming. Well, guess what? Looks are deceiving. By the time Helmut reached the shore, the store was closed and he had uncontrollable shivers. There were a few people out who witnessed Helmut thrashing around on the ground and thought he was giving a street performance. Some kind of shiver dancing. He collected enough money to get a hot shower at the YMCA and spend the night.
San Francisco, California 2013
Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places—
The 2 little brothers had tumbled in glee on the gently rolling lawns, flown around the flower beds, giggling uncontrollably until exhausted, (but only for minutes!) they caught up with each other on the steps. And the adults' day glowed more brightly because of them.
Ce weekend, dans les environs de Tournon-sur-Rhône et Tain l'Hermitage, la guerre était déclarée !!
Une bataille sans merci semblait être à l'oeuvre entre les pétarades des canons à grêles tentant une percée misérable dans le territoire des dieux, face à un orage qui scintillait d'éclairs de toute part. La nature démontre sa toute puissance dans un coup de grâce contre les petits êtres qui pensent contrôler l'incontrôlable... Gulliver ça restera dans les livres ! :)
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This weekend, around Tournon-sur-Rhône and Tain l'Hermitage, the war was declared !!
A merciless battle seemed to be at work between the shots of hail cannons attempting a miserable breakthrough in the territory of the gods, facing a storm that glittered lightning from all sides. Nature shows its all-power in a fatal shot against little beings who think they control the uncontrollable ... Gulliver it will stay in the books! :)
Week 6, Wednesday
Most of my days are spent with Aura as I'm babysitting her home while Sari goes to work. This might sound like I have loads of time to use on photography, but it's actually other way around. I need to take care of routines like eating, playing, going outdoors etc. When Aura is taking her afternoon naps, I get two hours of free time, which I usually use for my freelance work if there is any to be done at the moment. When Sari comes from work, I get couple hours of free time which I usually put working on my thesis. Finally when Aura goes to sleep, usually at nine o'clock at evening, it's time for photography. So because of these daily routines I don't get much free time for photography and it makes me very satisfied if I can squeeze some pictures while doing every day routines, like taking care of dishes.
Every day routines might sound like a boring subject for photography, but it doesn't have to be. One of my early meeting with a anthropologic knowledge was a little book called 'Purity and Danger – An Analysis of Concepts of Pollution and Taboo' (1966) written by influential anthropologist Mary Douglas. It addresses different ways how we give cultural ways meanings to dirt. In (very) short, dirt isn't just dirt, but any matter that is considered to be out of its place, a categorical mix-up which endangers our cultural order. Food on a plate is in its right place, but when we have eaten it, it suddenly becomes dirt. Meal which once was delicious becomes something so disgusting that we don't even want to touch it anymore. My example is of course simple and perhaps not even a very good one regarding what Mary Douglas is actually trying to say. To put it in other words, she claims that by maintaining boundaries between purity and impurity societies also try to maintain their symbolic and cultural order. Therefore cultural concepts of impurity, pollution and dirt are not just health regulations or medical knowledge (as often interpreted), but something that endanger cultural order deep within us. Normative cultural and social order is then maintained and restored by different kind of rituals which we learn by socialization – the act of cleaning in its simplicity, but also other things like rules regarding roles, behavior and appearance, just to name few. Following Douglas one might say that taking care of dishes is actually important work because it, in its own way, restores a cultural order.
As this might sound an idea that only has a function in so-called 'primitive' societies, and while many things are rationalized pretty far in modern societies, purity and danger lives in modern world too. It's just disguised and being part of normal cultural order, we don't acknowledge it so easily. I'm just going to give one example which tells something about how broad subject Douglas is speaking about. While in contemporary world there are detailed laws and regulations regarding refugees and asylum seekers, they are still often presented something dangerous in nation-states politics. And while there are many different political views about this subject, the anthropologic explanation is simple: being out of their place refugees and asylum seekers endanger the national order of things which organizes our perception of world. They are anomalies in our categories and because of that it's difficult to categorize them same way as we tend to categorize foreigners ('good' and 'bad' based on their national origin and stereotypes). Because of that they often transform to 'dirt' or something uncontrollable in political speech, with a very sad outcome. Like Mary Douglas said, purity and danger.
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All of a sudden it started snowing. Not the gentle whirling down of magical fairytale snowflakes, but rather a tempest of harsh, razor sharp ice flakes…
As the few people were withdrawing from the silent Veluwe I just had to stay for some more moments.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, this horseman emerged, confronting the storm with an outspoken frenzy, as heading back into another dimension, like one of the musketeers or so …
Anyway the entire scenery ignited an uncontrollable process of reminiscence within me.
And ever since that day, I have been thinking a lot about fate, destiny and dreams.
(Not in the fairytale, romantic sense though).
Are some events inevitable indeed? Is it just the sum of events leading up to a specific outcome?
And what about the result of collision of wills, personal ambitions and expectations we have of ourselves.
Aren’t we wrong to over-rationalize all we do or don’t, always on the outlook of meanings and explanations? Perhaps tying ourselves up in knots with our “cleverness” …?
Why do we let second thoughts in? Too often, killing silently big bold dreams even before the true obstacles arise.
And as I stood there, with frozen hands as of the winter shutter-play, I had to think about a slice of dialogue out of a favorite old (1945) film noir”‘Detour”:
“That's life. Whichever way you turn, Fate sticks out a foot to trip you."
The film features Tom Neal who is best remembered for his off-screen exploits which involved scandal, mayhem and a charge of murder.
If you fancy old films noirs, NYC and jazzy moods try this movie, as it starts out in NYC, with Tom Neal as the piano player in a lounge combo with a beautiful blond singer (Claudia Drake)… You won't be deceived...
Detail of a theater poster for Death in Venice, a coproduction of the International Theater Amsterdam, directed by Ivo ten Hove, and the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra, directed by David Robertson, in spring last year.
"Thomas Mann is thirty-six when he meets a young man during a holiday in Venice. The event inspires him to write one of his most famous works, Death in Venice. In it, writer Gustav von Aschenbach falls in love with young Tadzio, who is spending his holiday at the Lido together with his mother. His fascination is so severe, he underestimates the danger of the cholera epidemic in the city. His intense and uncontrollable infatuation leads to his mental and physical downfall."
More on tga.nl/en/productions/dood-in-venetie
A beautiful short clip: youtu.be/RW6nEGYqRzs
About 75% (or possibly more) shapes.
Random idea popped in my head and surprisingly I managed to execute it.
I'm pretty proud of the result too.
Kinda from laziness and not feeling its worth the bother putting it up, code is available on request.
Oh, and please PLEASE click all sizes if you have any heart.
Ammunition capacity of six rounds.
It is non-revolving, but instead has six barrels lined up with each round. Can fire as fast as the trigger is pulled semi-auto, or all barrels can be faired at once for a powerful and highly uncontrollable blast. Pull up on the tab in front of the mag, then pull the mag up and out.
Pictured are the nameplates of villages that were evacuated due to radiation poisoning. Chernobyl nuclear power plant accident in early 1985 was the greatest technological catastrophe in the USSR. An uncontrollable fire at the powerplant caused a collapse of the protective roof and escape of an enormous amount of radioactive material. Chernobyl was located next to Kyiv, and by a sheer luck the wind blew it in the direction opposite of the city. This catastrophe affected thousands of lives, left many children orphans or sick for life, demonstrated heroism of common soldiers and firefighters who stopped the spread without the benefit of protective equipment. The Chernobyl museum is located in the building that in 1985 housed the regional fire department and served as the headquarters of the operation to contain the fallout.
На фото - таблички с названиями деревень, эвакуированных из-за радиационного заражения. Авария на Чернобыльской АЭС в начале 1985 г. был самой страшной техногенной катастрофой в истории СССР. Вышедший из под контроля пожар разрушил крышу и привёл к выбросу громадного количества радиоактивного материала в воздух. По счастливой случайности ветер дул в сторону от многомиллионнового Киева. Катастрофа затронула напрямую тысячи жизней, оставила много детей сиротами или больными на всю жизнь, продемонстрировала героизм простых солдат и пожарных работавших без какого-либо защитного оборудования. Музей находится в здании, где в 1985 году располагалось киевское областное управление пожарной охраны и ставшим штабом ликвидации последствий аварии.
Boeing B.747-SR46 (c/n 20783/230)
Japan Air Lines
Tokyo-Haneda (HND/RJTT)
24 July 1985
More than 100 Boeing 747s were operated by Japan Air Lines over the years, including 12 SR-models. The SR (Short Range) was a unique variant of the 747-100 developed to meet high-density, short-haul needs of the Japanese domestic market. Early SR models seated up to 498 passengers, later configurations up to 563. Primary operators were JAL and ANA.
JA8119 was one of the twelve SRs, built in 1974 and delivered to JAL in February that year, with a C16Y512 configuration. In 1978 it suffered a tail strike while landing at Osaka-Itami, requiring a replacement of the lower part of the rear fuselage, and the lower half of the rear pressure bulkhead. The repairs were carried out by the manufacturer.
JA8119 was seen rocketing out of Haneda, most probably for a short, high-density flight to Osaka, some three weeks before it - exactly 40 years ago on 12 August 1985 - was to become the deadliest single-aircraft accident in history, when 12 minutes after take-off from Haneda the pressure bulkhead ruptured, causing explosive decompression which tore off the vertical stabilizer and severed all hydraulic systems, rendering the aircraft nearly uncontrollable. It eventually crashed into Mount Takamagahara in Gunma Prefecture after 32 minutes of flight, killing 520 out of the 524 occupants. Post accident investigations of the wreckage revealed fatigue cracks in the bulkhead, attributable to a faulty repair after the 1978 tail strike.
(from my collection - credit due to photographer)
If you've ever seen Robin Williams live, you would instantly recognize a Tasmanian Devil unleashed on stage. He brought uncontrollable laughter to tears. I had the great privilege of seeing him unexpectedly at SketchFest a few years ago. See prior post: flic.kr/p/bjesr6 He decided to show up as the anchor comedian after five other comedians had done their set. I've never had more fun watching sketch comedy.
Welcome to the somnambulic realm of hipsto-chick pygmALIEN... By every one of these densely dispersed pillars which pose as trees, while supporting nothing and symbolizing poignant indifference, you can see „le gentilhomme en attente“, both eagerly and politely waiting for his chosen hipsto-chick. At best, she will be late soothing his nerves by uncontrollable giggle, but principally she won't appear at all because hipsto-chicks love to leave most of the giggling to irony.
Anyway, if it happens that „le gentilhomme en attente“ loses his patience (which is quite seldom occurrence), he leaves his post by the pillar and gets infuriated with political fervor feeling insatiable urge to speak out on radical pygmALIENs' party meetings...
I know, I need to plan my travel well in order to get good photos as many other professionals suggested. However, this is just a theory. Other than what I should do, I also limited by the financial luxury and the logistic of my travel plan. One of the uncontrollable factor is the weather. The day we arrived Hokkaido was sunny, then it rained almost 3-4 days. In this condition, I have to take photos with whatever the available lighting condition. Here is another photos under shady ambient light.
"There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing."
Forgotten
I forgot how to be prepared
And ignored the uncontrollable me
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