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"Yesterday, at midnight, I went down
in the small square where I met you.
A statue that saw me, remembered me
and he did not refuse to listen to my pain.
And I talked to him about you and me
and his eyes were getting wet and weeping.
I told him about your behavior and for your other,
your unforgivable big mistakes.
And then, oh my God, I started crying
that the dawn found me a rag.
We proceeded with the statue to the road,
he wiped my eyes and we parted..."
*A beautiful, old greek song
from the LP "O dromos" (The road), 1969.
Taken @ Grauland
(english follow)
Outre Terre
Musée des Beaux-Arts d’Arraken
Capitale de la planète Arrakis (aussi connu sous le nom de Dune)
Année 10391 de l’Impérium
Un visiteur s’arrête devant un tableau représentant un père et son fils lors d’une promenade dans les environs désolés d’Arraken, la capitale de la Planète des Sables.
Le visiteur se rappelle avec douleur ce que son père lui avait alors confié : « Le respect de la vérité est l’un des principaux fondements de toute morale. On ne peut s’attendre à ce quelque chose émerge du néant » avait-il affirmé. C’était une réflexion d’une grande sagesse se disait-il lorsqu’on réalisait à quel point la vérité pouvait être instable.»
Le visiteur ne put réprimer un sourire en regardant cette image qu’il avait lui-même créé il y a plusieurs années. Elle avait suscité tant des débats au sujet de la liberté d’expression artistique aussi bien ici sur Dune que dans tout l’Impérium. Il faut savoir que l’eau est très rare sur Dune, il n’y pleut pas. L’accès à l’eau donc est une source de tensions constantes. Or, son image montrait des nuages de vapeur d’eau! alors que les seuls nuages visibles dans le ciel de Dune étaient des nuages associés aux tempêtes de sable. Alors une clameur s’était fait entendre sur toute la planète: d’un côté, il y avait ceux qui criaient à l’hérésie, à un un rêve impossible, à un écart impardonnable avec la vérité… Et, de l’autre, ceux qui demandaient: « Mais de quels sens manquons-nous pour ne pas voir ou ressentir un autre monde tout autour de nous? »
Pourtant, il n’avait fait que mettre en pratique cette autre idée formulée par son père: « Il y a en toutes choses un principe d’organisation intrinsèque à notre univers. Ce sont la symétrie, l'élégance et la grâce - des qualités que vous retrouvez toujours dans les créations d’un véritable. artiste.»
Or, ces qualités manquaient à Dune et il était temps pour lui, d’honorer la mémoire de son père, en dessinant un autre avenir pour la Planète des Sables…
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Patrice photographiste
Note : Toutes les idées présentées dans ce texte (entre guillemets) sont celles du créateur de Dune, Frank Herbert, un artiste et un intellectuel hors du commun. La mise en scène ci-dessus le présente dans le rôle du père d’un jeune artiste « Dunien » qui, à son tour, inventera un avenir pour sa planète. Dune compte parmi les monuments de la Science-fiction moderne.
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Outland
Arraken Fine Arts Museum
Capital of planet Arrakis (also known as Dune)
Imperium Year 10391
A visitor stops in front of a painting of a father and son on a walk through the desolate surroundings of Arraken, the capital of the Planet of Sands.
The visitor remembers with pain what his father had told him at the time: “Respect for truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. 'Something cannot emerge from nothing,' he said. This is profound thinking if you understand how unstable 'the truth' can be. ”
The visitor could not suppress a smile as he looked at this image he himself had created several years ago. It had sparked so much debate about freedom of artistic expression both here on Dune and throughout Imperium. You should know that water is very scarce on Dune, it does not rain! Access to water is therefore a source of constant tension. However, his image showed clouds of water vapors! while the only clouds visible in the sky of Dune were clouds associated with sandstorms. Then a clamor was heard all over the planet: on the one hand, there were those who shouted at heresy, at an impossible dream, at an unforgivable departure from the truth ... And, on the other, those who asked: “What senses do we lack that we cannot see or hear another world all around us?”
Yet he had only put into practice this other idea formulated by his father: “There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace - these qualities you find always in that the true artist captures. "
However, these qualities lacked in Dune and it was time for him, to honor the memory of his father, by designing another future for the Planet of Sands ...
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Patrice Photographist
Note: All the ideas presented in this text (in quotes) are those of the creator of Dune, Frank Herbert, a great artist and intellectual. The setting above presents him as the father of a young artist "Dunian" who, in turn, will invent a future for his planet. Dune is one of the landmarks of modern science fiction.
I'm feeling like I can kill a man
I'm feeling like I don't give a damn
But I mean could you blame me
Oh maybe I'm just going crazy
I feel like I've seen everything
I still don't believe in anything
Is like my mind won't let me
Oh right now I feel so empty
So you can have my heart I won't be needing that now (I know that)
Take my body just break it down to the bones (Fa sho that)
I need somebody to help me right my wrongs (Ya know that)
So go ahead and take whatever you want
But save my soul, save my soul
When I lose my mind and I lose control
Save my soul
Save my soul, save my soul
From my highest high to my lowest low
Lord save my soul
Well I'm a sinner oh yes I know
Before my sins become unforgivable
I'd admit that I'm guilty
Oh I pray the lord could forgive me, oh-o
Cause I'm a rebel without a cause
Breaking every law
I wish somebody could help me
Right now I just feel empty, oh-o
If you look at the mountain from far away it does not seem so big, but once you get closer it reveals itself as this lonely giant that sit upon a plain, observing and controlling everything around. It seems as if it has been there since the beginning and will stay till the end, unchanged.
Mountain can be unforgivable for those who approach it unprepared and careless. Mountain knows how to deal with overconfidence... It doesn't care who you are or what you do, it treats everyone equally.
One needs to approach it with humility and respect to manage to conquer it. It should be conquered with patience embracing every step, as all the experience and all the growth happens while you are climbing it, not directly on the top.
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It was a good year for me to follow my favorite Northern Spotted Owl pairs.
This evening was particularly unforgivable as I got to witness a whole sequence of behavior that I have never seen in wildlife. (I have few images and i-phone videos for record).
"An unforgivable tragedy
The answer isn't where you think you'd find it
Prepare yourself for the reckoning
For when your world seems to crumble again
Don't be afraid, don't turn away
You’re the one who can redefine it
Don't let hope become a memory
Let the shadow permeate your mind and
Reveal the thoughts that were tucked away
So that the door can be opened again
Within your darkest memories
Lies the answer if you dare to find it
Don't let hope become a memory
When you think all is forsaken
Listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light..."
-Disturbed
19th October 2022.
Opposite the Conservative club, life in Wellington goes on as the government gets ready to implode.
Speaking of the government, a senior Conservative said today -"The dysfunction is too profound, the outrage among Conservatives too loud for any sense of serenity to return".
A prime minister who had already shredded her programme for government and sacked her first chancellor, then, in just one day, loses a home secretary, a senior adviser is suspended.
Speaking privately; a very senior Conservative whose analysis was brutal said Liz Truss's actions have been "unforgivable," "terrible" and "appalling".
"She has stuffed the party, the country, and there'll be a general election."
20th October 2022. Update Liz Truss resigns as Prime Minister.
A tumultuous 44 days.
Who next?
Firstly, I would like to apologise for over sharing three photography images today, three images in one day is probably unforgivable.
Why I am sharing a handbag image?
Yesterday, I received a package all the way from The Outer Hebrides in Scotland, some beautiful Pure Wool Harris Tweed Fabric. The lovely lady from Scotland rang me today to check I'd received the fabric and curious to what I was making, I told her I was sewing a handbag. I made this today as it was raining heavily all morning and when I told her I had already made the bag she was astonished. She asked me kindly to photograph the bag for her for her website for which I obliged. She sent me several Harris Tweed Labels which I used and I thought I'd share this image with you all.
One of my home grown Gerberas from the garden too.
It's 5pm here in overcast England, time for a glass of wine down the pub with the boys, England vs Germany on the TV so have a splendid evening.
Debbie ~ KissThePixel2021
One good thing about traveling within US during summer is that, if you are a "petrolhead", you will encounter a ton of classics as most owners are using them even like daily cars because of the good weather. On my way to the Finger Lakes region, I made a stop outside Lake George. I was looking for a not so crowded restaurant to grab something to eat, so that german cuisine place away from Lake George's downtown area seemed ideal. And as I was pulling in to the parking lot, with Armin Van Buuren's "Unforgivable" playing in the car stereo, I saw this beauty parked on the lawn. It was a 1965 Mustang 2D Hardtop and the funny thing is that on that song's official video, the woman is driving a similar Mustang!
(www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyUfJVqMtO0)
As I was walking around her I noticed a "289" sticker on the side of the car which means that under the hood there was a 4,7L (289cu inches) small block V8 producing 195HP. Nowadays this number seems very low but back then it was a well respected power train. Happy new month and stay safe y'all!
PS: a few lines above I pasted the link from the original video of this song, showing Jaren driving a Mustang, however, this is what I was listening:
Armin van Buuren - Unforgivable feat. Jaren (First State Smooth Mix)
Location: ° At The Green Story <- click to get the landmark
::: 정국 (Jung Kook) 'Hate You :::
I wish you went behind my back
And told me lies and stuff like that
I wish you kissed someone I know
And did the unforgivable
Maybe hating you's the only way it doesn't hurt
So I'm gonna hate you
Paint you like the villain that you never were
I'm gonna blame you
For things that you don't do
Hating you's the only way it doesn't hurt
We weren't perfect but we came close
Until I put all of our pain under the microscope
And I still can't face it
I'm still in love, for what it's worth
Maybe hating you's the only way it doesn't hurt
A
It's not the truth
It's not the cure
But hating you's the only way it doesn't hurt
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LypjOTTH6E&list=RD_LypjOTTH6...
The Light
Song by Disturbed
Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it
It's not a blight, but a remedy
A clear reminder of how it began
Deep inside your memory
You turned away as you struggled to find it
You heard it call as you walked away
A voice of calm from within the silence
And for what seemed an eternity
You waited, hoping it would call out again
You heard the shadow beckoning
Then your fear seemed to keep you blinded
You held your guard as you walked away
When you think all (all) is forsaken
Listen to me now (all's not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes, darkness can show you the light
An unforgivable tragedy
The answer isn't where you think you'd find it
Prepare yourself for a reckoning
For when your world seems to crumble again
Don't be afraid, don't turn away
You're the one who can redefine it
Don't let hope become a memory
Let the shadow permeate your mind and
Reveal the thoughts that were tucked away
So that the door can be opened again
Within your darkest memories
Lies the answer if you dare to find it
Don't let hope become a memory
When you think all (all) is forsaken
Listen to me now (all's not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes, darkness can show you the light
Sickening, weakening
Don't let another somber pariah consume your soul
You need strengthening, toughening
It takes a bit of dark to rekindle the fire burning in you
Ignite the fire within you
When you think all (all) is forsaken
Listen to me now (all's not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes, darkness can show you the light
Don't ignore
Listen to me now (all's not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes, darkness can show you the light
The Light by Disturbed
Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it
It's not a blight, but a remedy,
A clear reminder of how it began
Deep inside your memory
Turned away as you struggled to find it
You heard the call as you walked away
A voice of calm from within the silence
And for what seemed an eternity
You wait and hoping it would call out again
You heard the shadow reckoning
Then your fears seemed to keep you blinded
You held your guard as you walked away
When you think all is forsaken,
Listen to me now
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
An unforgivable tragedy
The answer isn't' where you think you'd find it
Prepare yourself for the reckoning
For when your world seems to crumble again
Don't be afraid to turn away
You’re the one who can redefine it
Don't let hope become a memory
Let the shadow permeate your mind and
Reveal the thoughts that were tucked away
So that the door can be opened again
Within your darkest memories
Lies the answer if you dare to find it
Don't let hope become a memory
When you think all is forsaken,
Listen to me now
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
Sickening weakening
Don't let another somber pariah consume your soul
You need strengthening, toughening
It takes an inner dark to rekindle the fire burning in you
ignite the fire within you
When you think all is forsaken,
Listen to me now
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
Don't ignore, listen to me now
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness
Can show you the light
" lol she's (trying) to use the new camera on me " !!
So last month before we left San Francisco, I had most of my camera gear stolen :-.
Worse still I found out that neither of our insurance companies will cover any of it other than the backpack, that was also stolen!
Anyway, after hearing that I decided that I would give up photography .......
and then found a barely used D850 up for sale at a good price. So now I start again, fortunately still have my 80-400mm to put on it but will now have to sell a s**t load of images to start replacing some of my favorite lenses. Anyway this is my first shot with it!
We won't be returning to SF anytime soon, aside from the theft, I found the homeless and destitute situation there unforgivable . The crime rate is rife, the drugs on the street are insane, yet this city boasts more billionaires than all most anywhere else in the US.
We did end up donating some stuff to a homeless man we encountered . Hopefully, this fed him for another week .
Innocent Ukrainians are trying to find a way to escape despite the constant bombing and destruction waged upon them by President Putin. This is unjust and unforgivable behavior, the war must STOP and peace and love must return. There is no place for power and hate in this world! Let's concentrate on love!
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️
Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it
It's not a blight, but a remedy
A clear reminder of how it began
Deep inside your memory
Turned away as you struggled to find it
You heard the call as you walked away
A voice of calm from within the silence
And for what seemed an eternity
You're waiting, hoping it would call out again
You heard the shadow reckoning
Then your fears seemed to keep you blinded
You held your guard as you walked away
When you think all is forsaken
Listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
An unforgivable tragedy
The answer isn't' where you think you'd find it
Prepare yourself for the reckoning
For when your world seems to crumble again
Don't be afraid, don't turn away
You're the one who can redefine it
Don't let hope become a memory
Let the shadow permeate your mind and
Reveal the thoughts that were tucked away
So that the door can be opened again
Within your darkest memories
Lies the answer if you dare to find it
Don't let hope become a memory
When you think all is forsaken
Listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
Sickening, weakening
Don't let another somber pariah consume your soul
You need strengthening, toughening
It takes an inner dark to rekindle the fire burning in you
Ignite the fire within you
When you think all is forsaken
Listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
Don't ignore, listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness
Can show you the light.
Disturbed - The Light
©dragonflydreams88
www.fluidr.com/photos/dragonflydreams88
hundreds of thousands of hectares lost, tens of thousand of people evacuated from their homes . . . evidence of the massive wildfires plaguing British Columbia has finally reached Vancouver Island . . .
while many of them are started by lightening, an unforgivable number are human caused (accidentally or purposely . . . what's wrong with people??) . . .
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTyMhv7MCCs
Countless years ago, while lost in barren seas
There whispered murmurs of a bloody mutiny
We took up arms and slayed the officers of rank
And with swords drawn, made the captain walk the plank
But as he fell down to the depths, he swore a deadly curse
"As sure as hell's my final fate, you'll all soon die or worse"
Now as we stand before the gallows waiting for the end
I'll say these final words my friend
At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate
So have no fear and don't look back
The afterlife awaits
We returned to port with sorrow in our chests
An evil shadow followed us on every quest
Never to feel joy again was our fate
Only misery and death, fear and burning hate
We broke the law, betrayed the code, now time is running out
An unforgivable offence, oh, of that there is no doubt
Now as we stand before the gallows waiting for the end
I'll say these final words my friend
At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate
So have no fear and don't look back
The afterlife awaits
Many years have passed now
Yet, the curse still lives on
And now we rot in a black prison cell
Waiting for our true calling in hell
But for the lives we leave behind, don't shed a tear, don't cry
The only way to break this curse is for us all to die
Now as we stand before the gallows waiting for the end
I'll say these final words my friend
At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate
So have no fear and don't look back
The afterlife awaits
At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate
So have no fear and don't look back
The afterlife awaits
Song- Captain Morgan's Revenge by Alestorm, from the 2008 Album "Captain Morgan's Revenge"
As soon as I saw this on the camera display, I uttered the unforgivable...... ;-)
And thus it was named so....
Story: After I reached the beach just before sun up, I headed straight to one side where I thought I will find them. Heck, I was stupid, ignorant, desperate, unethical and what not, that I dragged a heavy wooden log with me over the sand for few hundred meters, and tried to set up a stage for them. Clearly I didn't know what I was thinking.
Well, the sun came up at 5:30 am, and I saw nothing. I started talking to myself as I always do in the field, and already gave up. Because I could not see anything as far as I can see. On my way back, as I was just halfway to my car, I suddenly heard the sound. The unmistakable call of give me the food first. So I looked back and saw the tail end of the action where the fresh kill was exchanged between the parent and one of the juvenile.
I rushed back, first ran to reach the beach and locate them on a down slope, then crouch-walked for tens of meters, and finally, as I was very clearly visible to them, I took the seal-walking position. I am sure it would have been fun to watch me at that time. I closed the distance as far as I could before making them wary of me.
They were hungry, being the first meal of the day and fearless, as they were juveniles. The next 30 mins flew by like just a moment in time. I got to witness the dominance of the females and the patient waiting of the male. Most part of the unfortunate dove was gone in minutes. Only the scraps and one half eaten leg piece was left for the male.
After the females were done, they flew away and I was left alone with the male. I was given the opportunity to take the parting photograph, which I will post later. But I came back with another unforgivable memory that would be hard to relive again. It was worth 4 hours of driving (return trip) at the end.
Long, long ago, before the siring of village of Hallstatt; there were three. Unchanging, unrelenting, unforgivable, three. Tales of whom never seemed to age, nor hunger, thirst, tire, nor slumber ; at least none have seen. There were tales, the most defiling, ghoulish tales that one simply could not digest, of the horrors these "three" were accused of. Every eighty years or so, reports from village to village of the three whose skin likened to alabaster, blackened eyes, cuspids which some would say fangs of a beast.. they moved like the wind.. and... death seemed to emanate around them... most unwelcoming aura yet their gaze consumes, losing sense of awareness, falling deep....deeper in the the abyss of their grasp...... torn passages from a memoir revealed:
"i saw it with mine own eyes, demons!..they tore her to shreds, ...she had no will .. it was as if she had no control of her will, mind nor emotions, all was given over to them...hellish eyes locked with hers, fangs sunk deep whilst tearing into flesh, as her final gasp for breath escaped... it was as if her heart took the last beat or the last drop left her body.. a thud.. body, lifeless, slumped to the ground.. ghostly and pale like theirs.... i saw from a distance under the moon light in the forest..just beyond our village...i ran, ran until i felt my heart was going to give, tears flooding mine eyes as i reported to my family.....and now ..there are wails in the village...wails in the village of fear in the village...now rage... rage cries from the village... villager rising up to rid themselves ..... of the unholy three...
Lelutka heads, sasha, kris and avalon - dm me if you want style card info
Excerpt from the plaque:
Inferno: Just before the Inferno, Dante’s La Divina Comedia opens with a powerful statement that resonates with the reader: ‘In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood for the straight way was lost.” This sentence tells us that in the midst of everyone’s life-including Dante’s-the path, which until then seemed well drawn, seems to slip away before our eyes, leaving us in fundamental doubt and perpetual shadow. These verses also mark the beginning of a quest, that of Dante’s. In the name of humanity, the poet will go through the three stages which will allow him, and consequently humanity, to find his own way.
Dante’s journey with the poet Virgil begins with a visit to Inferno. The Inferno is not only a dreamlike space, but a place of symbols. Nine circles unfold there and must be crossed successively. In each circle, Dante meets men struck with eternal punishment and understands that the penalties are inflicted on the basis of guilt. He also notes that the gravity of certain crimes makes them absolutely unforgivable, creating an interior disunity within each of the culprits. In La Divina Comedia, Dante therefore offers his reader an inner pilgrimage that begins with a visit to Inferno, making them witness to what Evil is and what falling feels like.
Somewhere in the Brecon Beacons National Park of South Wales there's a quiet bothy beside of the top field of a remote farm that nestles under the mountains. My sister and her partner discovered this lonely gem a few years ago now, and later had the good grace to share the location with other members of the family. I'm not allowed to tell you exactly where it is as I had to sign up to a solemn non-disclosure pact, but suffice to say it's somewhere in Wales. On our first visit I remember driving along very narrow lanes in the gathering darkness of a Friday night where any form of human habitation seemed unlikely, before finally crawling along the last few yards on a track where our small town car was never designed to go. When Ali, Tom and I arrived, the others were already looking comfortable in front of a log fire drinking ale by candlelight. There was no electricity and no hot water, and an almost total absence of 4G signal. If we wanted warmth we needed to collect the fallen wood from the fields. It was silent and it was perfect - just what was needed with the start of another long autumn term lying in wait. It was the bank holiday weekend, so we had three nights in this sanctuary ahead of us to savour.
The following morning we headed out of the bothy, straight onto the lower slopes of the nearest mountain, Fan y Big (no sniggering at the back please). Apart from one hardy fell runner we didn't see another soul until descending the summit on the other side towards Pen y Fan, the highest mountain in the southern half of Britain. Stopping for snacks and tea from our flasks along the way, we gradually made our way towards the second summit, amid increasing numbers of day trippers who'd arrived from the opposite side. The vast majority of people who make it to the top of Pen y Fan park at the Storey Arms along the main road between Brecon and Merthyr Tydfil and wander up to the summit in thronged masses. In contrast our own route was almost completely devoid of humanity. It's hard to describe how smug we felt as we watched them all getting in each others' ways as they made their way back down the long track to their cars.
On the last day of the trip we made the best discovery of all. Even if I were allowed to share the exact location with you, I don't think I could. It took an age to walk there and it's a place that you could quite easily miss, even if you were looking for it. But nestling deep in the valley beneath the Rowan trees we chanced upon the most exquisite waterfall you might dare to imagine. On a hot August afternoon it was an opportunity to bathe, to take lunch and to simply enjoy the most beautiful and intimate scenery you could ever hope for. We spent a few hours here, quietly enjoying the extraordinary sense of calm and not seeing another human all day. Tearing ourselves away was tough, but there was a long journey back to Cornwall ahead of us. We vowed to return, and so we did a year later. I made sure I booked the Tuesday off so we could stay an extra night this time.
If I could talk to my former photography self I'd be having a few words with the earlier version of me about exposure times and keeping raw files instead of deleting them after the first edit. I'd also tell him to think about blending two images to freeze the leaves, although there are those who like the effect. It's all about taste after all. But the blown out highlights in the lower rush of water are unforgivable and I bet I never even thought of using the polariser. But this one's all about the story anyway. And just look at that lovely mossy boulder. Worth its own show I'd say.
A couple of weeks ago my sister shared the news that although subsequent leaks have made the bothy more popular, it was free for a week in July and would we like to come along too. It didn't take long to decide. After all, where could be safer in these times than the middle of nowhere in fresh mountain air? I just hope that Delta variant doesn't derail everything between then and now. Fingers crossed.
Have a good weekend everyone.
The little town of Mostar – once part of Yugoslavia and now in Bosnia & Herzegovina – suffered terribly during the war which led to the break-up of Yugoslavia. One of the flashpoints was the unforgivable destruction of Stari Most, the 16th century bridge over the Neretva river, in 1993.
After the war, the bridge was rebuilt in the form of an exact replica, and internationally-funded work was completed in 2004. And here it stands today, beautiful though not of course original.
The bridge is 29 meters high and attracts tourists from all over the world. Jumping from the bridge ('bridge diving') is a local ‘rites of passage’ tradition that goes back hundreds of years; if local boys don’t do it, goes the legend, they’ll be a failure for the rest of their lives. But if they misjudge what they're doing, the result could be fatal.
These days, jumps are strictly regulated by the local Mostari diving club, and the activity’s certainly not for the faint-hearted.
Image featured in EXPLORE
Excerpt from the plaque:
Inferno: Just before the Inferno, Dante’s La Divina Comedia opens with a powerful statement that resonates with the reader: ‘In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood for the straight way was lost.” This sentence tells us that in the midst of everyone’s life-including Dante’s-the path, which until then seemed well drawn, seems to slip away before our eyes, leaving us in fundamental doubt and perpetual shadow. These verses also mark the beginning of a quest, that of Dante’s. In the name of humanity, the poet will go through the three stages which will allow him, and consequently humanity, to find his own way.
Dante’s journey with the poet Virgil begins with a visit to Inferno. The Inferno is not only a dreamlike space, but a place of symbols. Nine circles unfold there and must be crossed successively. In each circle, Dante meets men struck with eternal punishment and understands that the penalties are inflicted on the basis of guilt. He also notes that the gravity of certain crimes makes them absolutely unforgivable, creating an interior disunity within each of the culprits. In La Divina Comedia, Dante therefore offers his reader an inner pilgrimage that begins with a visit to Inferno, making them witness to what Evil is and what falling feels like.
Pose: Illuminated #3
Taken at Sunny's Photo Studio: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunny%20Photo%20Studio/121...
Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it
It's not a blight, but a remedy
A clear reminder of how it began
Deep inside your memory
Turned away as you struggled to find it
You heard the call as you walked away
A voice of calm from within the silence
And for what seemed an eternity
You're waiting, hoping it would call out again
You heard the shadow reckoning
Then your fears seemed to keep you blinded
You held your guard as you walked away
When you think all is forsaken
Listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
An unforgivable tragedy
The answer isn't' where you think you'd find it
Prepare yourself for the reckoning
For when your world seems to crumble again
Don't be afraid, don't turn away
You're the one who can redefine it
Don't let hope become a memory
Let the shadow permeate your mind and
Reveal the thoughts that were tucked away
So that the door can be opened again
Within your darkest memories
Lies the answer if you dare to find it
Don't let hope become a memory
When you think all is forsaken
Listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
Sickening, weakening
Don't let another somber pariah consume your soul
You need strengthening, toughening
It takes an inner dark to rekindle the fire burning in you
Ignite the fire within you
When you think all is forsaken
Listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
Don't ignore, listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness
Can show you the light
Well, dawn at the abbey, really. Sorry for the very poorly constructed pun in the title. It is substandard humour. I know I shouldn’t have posted it. Unforgivable, really. But I have a cold.
No lo puedo evitar, pero a las fotos que tienen diez o más años siempre les encuentro defectos imperdonables. Hace un tiempo que me reencontré con esta imagen y la volví a procesar con la idea de subirla a mi Flickr, pero finalmente lo descarté porque me pareció que la locomotora no estaba bien enfocada. Hoy por la mañana me he dedicado a ver viejas fotos y al llegar a esta he pensado: "¡Qué demonios! ¡No está tan mal!" Y aquí la tenéis, todo un señor Talgo III a cargo de una Vossloh 334, una combinación que, si la memoria no me falla, pudo durar como mucho un par de años. Recuerdo que en aquella época muchos "se pusieron estupendos" con este tren porque las 334 habían relevado a las míticas locomotoras de la Serie 333 y fuimos pocos los que valoramos la novedad dedicándonos a fotografiar este Talgo todo lo que pudimos. Viéndolo ahora, seguro que más de uno se arrepiente por haber despreciado un tren que a mi me parece (y siempre me lo ha parecido) una preciosidad.
I can't help it, but I always find unforgivable flaws in photos that are ten or more years old. Some time ago I came across this image and processed it again with the idea of uploading it to my Flickr, but I finally discarded it because it seemed to me that the locomotive was not well focused. Today in the morning I have been looking at old photos and when I got to this one I thought: "What the hell! It's not so bad!" And here you have it, a whole Talgo III in charge of a Vossloh 334, a combination that, if I remember correctly, could last at most a couple of years. I remember that at that time many despised this train because the 334 had replaced the mythical locomotives of the 333 Series and there were few of us who valued the novelty by dedicating ourselves to photographing this Talgo as much as we could. Seeing it now, surely more than one regrets for having despised a train that seems to me (and has always seemed to me) to be precious.
. . . flanked by guardians, Stob a Choire Odhair & Sròn nan Giubhas.
This was a kind of consolation shot stemming from an all-too-typical 'shooting myself in the foot' incident earlier yesterday morning. I'll spare the incriminating details, suffice to say that some shocking absent-mindedness on my part led to a frantic search for valuable equipment on the flank of a prominent hill near Glen Coe. The penalty for eventually (miraculously) retrieving said gear was feeling like I'd been pulled through a hedge backwards . . . twice.
Anyway, later on I wandered along the verge of the A82 at Lochan na h-Achlaise, looking out for something vaguely original that didn't utilise the the lochan itself as a foreground (à la several thousand calendar shots over the years!). The light & conditions were quite glorious, mocking my unforgivable ineptitude & squandering the opportunity of having that light at my disposal from a high ridge.
Europe, Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Rotterdam, Coolsingel, Donner (slightly cut from all sides).
The brick façade on display here belongs to the former Rotterdamsche Bankvereeniging (Robaver, later merged into ABN/AMRO) in the centre of Rotterdam.
It was designed in ‘tranditionalist modern’ style (reinforced concrete skeleton) (by H.F. Mertens and was the first major (re-)construction project in the city centre of Rotterdam after its destruction in May 1940 (WW2). Construction was started in 1941, but due to the general war-construction freeze, it was only completed in 1949.
The building wasn't well received. For instance, one of the Rotterdam newspaper wrote: “It was an unforgivable mistake by the designer of the new city plan to allow a bank building in a place where it is possible to turn the Coolsingel into a lifeless street at night. As lively as the Coolsingel may become in the future, this building will remain an ugly, dark place in the evening cityscape and even during the day it will prevent a smooth transition from shoppers to the Binnenweg and vice versa.” (Het Vrije Volk 11-12-1952)
The bottom level of the buildings is now used by the large bookstore Donner. The building is currently being incorporated in the Forum redevelopment plan.
This is number 521 of Rotterdam architecture and 923 of Minimalism / explicit Graphism.
Apparently a lack of Dreamies is an unforgivable failure. Making my way to the naughty step. May be there some time.
T: I need to forget, so take me to Florida
F: I got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida
T: Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable
What a crash, what a rush, f*ck me up, Florida!
Guess who changed their final destination from Alaska to Florida, because the song reminded me of them? xD Well, it's literally about some criminals running away somewhere, obviously I would make that connection!
Anyway, I thought it would be a great way to use the camper van in a wild. :) It was quite a challenge, because I thought that I will simply take picture after the rain, but I suddenly realised the forecast says about the few hot weeks ahead, and it will make the plants wither and yellow. So it could be now or I'll have to wait too long (probably until the next spring, cause actually for picture like this I need a tiny grass like in May, but everything is so high in July, unless it is trimmed).
I literally prepared everything to go right after the Friday rain ends, but it was SO heavy, that I was like - nope, I'm not going anywhere, and it ended only after dark. I thought sure I would find some puddles the next day, but nope! I searched high and low, but everything was dry again, so I had to buy 10 liters of water to create my own puddle in the only spot where the grass is not too high. Probably I should have put the minifigures inside, but I didn't realise they would be visible, and I prefer my picture being a more generic visualization for the song, without ties to any particular characters, even though I know who's inside my van. :)
And finally my lil gator is enjoying their natural habitat! :D I was going to let the reptile swim, but the water kept going into the ground. Well, I hope it looks like real Florida, I was looking onto Google maps near Everglades to be able to capture that feeling, and I hope you'll like it! :)
Misty Four early morning , these are four of the reflection trestle uprights from the other side of the river . That shot is 5 photos past this one. The day I was there I saw something on top of the trestle but I had close up glasses on and couldn't make it out, it looked like a big river bird when it moved, but then it stood up and started walking across the tracks from the middle of the trestle..If a train comes there are only 2 options at that point. And both have a terrible / certain end.
A few minutes later I saw someone in a hoodie walking the road and then walk behind my car in to the woods where I saw a few large totes with supplies and tent poles in it. I thought it belonged to a construction crew. My first thought was they're going to grab a pole and break one of my windows to get whats in the car. I grabbed the hunting knife and Bear spray I have in sheaths on my camera bag and went up to deal with it. I shoot in some pretty rough spots and 95% of the time I shoot alone and run into some shady people, so I always keep weapons with me .
As I came around the back of the car I saw a skirt and legs.. It was a girl, dirty, bug bites all over her legs and her hands were black from the track beams. I walked up to her and said "Yo, whats up" .. she got startled and jumped, she was still fumbling through the one tote when I walked up. She said "hey" and got nervous , she was fiddling with her dress. I asked about the totes and she said they were hers and she lived there under the trestle.. As soon as she said that she walked up to me said "Oh ..you smell so good".. my other addiction besides photography is collecting vintage fragrances so I always smell like something. I thought this was odd , but it could be genuine or a disarming method/comment so I just said thank you and put it in the rolodex .
We stood and talked about why she was living there and the reasons were horrible and unforgivable. I offered her money and or food and she refused , then telling me she was on food stamps. She also told me she had a few cats with her that she took care of and they were down by her sleeping bag under the trestle . After about 45 mins we shook hands and she went about her day and I left to go shoot on the other side of the river.
I went back yesterday with cat food so at least she would have one less thing to spend money/food stamps on... She was gone, along with all of her things. She did mention that the police always give her a hard time and that she has to find new places pretty often. Her name was Savannah , she was 24.
Nikkor-H 85mm 1.8.
A foreground suddenly ablaze by the early rising sun presented me with both an opportunity & a conundrum. Incorporating it whilst avoiding my own shadow required a fair bit of moving around. This, & the necessity of revealing as much of the loch as possible, required a number of attempts from different spots, with this one achieving an acceptable compromise.
I must admit to having a problem with dammed lochs/lakes, that had previously existed in a natural state only to be exploited with no regard for visual & ecological consequences. There are many in the Highlands: Glascarnoch, Monar, Mullardoch, Cluanie, to name but a few. The celebrated views at the southern end of Haweswater, in Lakeland, highlight how most are willing to embrace a certain idea of what represents exceptional scenery. I, personally, find the man-made effects for the best part repulsive. Conversely, & maybe a little surprisingly, incomparable writer & tireless environmentalist, W.H. Murray, proclaimed Quoich, ". . . one of the most splendid water-scapes in the Highlands". My own position is to find it very difficult accepting permanent alterations. Exacting damaging interference to a land we should be preserving - not exploiting for all it's worth - & therefore leaving behind an unforgivable mess for future generations, represents yet another backward step in the "ascent of man" (sic).
Baffin Island is an amazing place that is famous in the world mainly because it hosts two the most odd looking mountains: Mt.Thor and Mt. Asgard.
But, it would be an unforgivable mistake to concentrate just on these two peaks. The Island is endowed with numerous, less known mountains that are able to give you a feeling as if you were teleported to another dimension. Here is one such example, Mt. Northumbria. This was one of those days when weather was changing and the light was playing games. We were sitting at the campsite with cameras pointed towards the mountains. The fog and snow that were passing in front of us were creating this mystical aura over the mountains. I took quite a few shots and this one is one of those that captured the best the essence of the moment.
Excerpt from the plaque:
Inferno: Just before the Inferno, Dante’s La Divina Comedia opens with a powerful statement that resonates with the reader: ‘In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood for the straight way was lost.” This sentence tells us that in the midst of everyone’s life-including Dante’s-the path, which until then seemed well drawn, seems to slip away before our eyes, leaving us in fundamental doubt and perpetual shadow. These verses also mark the beginning of a quest, that of Dante’s. In the name of humanity, the poet will go through the three stages which will allow him, and consequently humanity, to find his own way.
Dante’s journey with the poet Virgil begins with a visit to Inferno. The Inferno is not only a dreamlike space, but a place of symbols. Nine circles unfold there and must be crossed successively. In each circle, Dante meets men struck with eternal punishment and understands that the penalties are inflicted on the basis of guilt. He also notes that the gravity of certain crimes makes them absolutely unforgivable, creating an interior disunity within each of the culprits. In La Divina Comedia, Dante therefore offers his reader an inner pilgrimage that begins with a visit to Inferno, making them witness to what Evil is and what falling feels like.
Tikal | Guatemala
View on the Mundo Perdido (Lost World) pyramid, temple IV and the surrounding jungle in Tikal National Park. Visited this UNESCO World Heritage Site early in the morning when the jungle is still waking up.
Hear the terrifying sound of Howler monkeys, have the park pretty much to yourself and beat the sun, which can be unforgivable hot in this part of Guatemala.
What an experience.
During the fascist attacks in Hanau on 19 February 2020 ten people were murdered in the Hessian city of Hanau. The perpetrator shot nine people. Later he shot his mother and himself in his own apartment with his parents.
This was not an isolated act! The racism and fascism comes from the middle of the German society.
"Germany is scaring us again" - the commentator of the Italian newspaper "La Repubblica" is alarmed: "The monster is waking up and Germany is scaring us again. It frightens us even more because it looks like us. Its social disease is ours (...)
The connection to the European Union, and thus to a supranational structure that was supposed to avert any aspirations of the reunited Germany towards a great power, is fuelling the resurgence of aggressive nationalism in a torn society that feels threatened in its well-being. This is exactly what Angela Merkel was afraid of when she described the collaboration of her party, the CDU, and the Liberals in Thuringia with the anti-European xenophobes of the Alternative for Germany as 'unforgivable'. But the Chancellor's revocation of cooperation has not prevented parts of the German Christian Democrats from continuing to succumb to the temptation to engage in dialogue with the extreme right, as has already happened in Italy and Austria. Germany today stands dismayed at the massacre in the Shisha bars of Hanau. And let us hope that it is not too late."
No more racism and fascism!
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The photo shows a mass grave of Serbian and Russian prisoners of war who were tortured to death in Sandbostel concentration camp between 1941 and 1945. This grave is only one of many mass graves.
October 7, 2011.
"I don't want to die. Not just yet, anyway. I haven't done half of the things I want to do."
Something that everyone always says. Something you say when you're about to do something risky. Something you've been saying for years, all the way up until now. But yet nothing has changed; because the older you get, the more things you want to do, and the bucket list never seems to end. In fact, it actually gets longer. You're in a rush to live - or at least act like you're living. You take flattering pictures of yourself and friends and upload them; you post status updates on every social network available every hour; you have complete profiles online with detailed information and thousands of tagged photographs. Life appears, to the general bystander, to be perfect.
Life rushes by with each second as the clock hand moves unforgivably in an endless rotation. It spins by so fast you have no time to anticipate or react. Before you know it, you've grown up. That's when you realize so many things. You've been too busy acting like you've lived, but you've forgotten the true meaning of living. You have lived, but you have not. Because you can live as a projection of what you want to be, but when it's time to break with that persona, the epiphany dawns on you that your life wasn't anything, really. Merely years of pretending to be someone, but never actually acknowledging the real you.
the final picture. about seven months late. i hope i didn't disappoint.
i planned on starting this project on new years of 2010, but my camera was in repair for the whole month of january so i started in february. i had a great start, posting pictures everyday and sometimes at midnight because i couldn't wait to get to the next day. then i started slacking off, started posting pictures every once a week, then a couple times a month. my excuse? i was too busy with life. i was a bit disappointed that i made up excuses during this project but this summer my life changed. and not in the whole, 'i've seen the light!' way. i haven't told many people so i guess i'll start here.
i've been through a lot this year. my parents got divorced this summer. my dad did something unforgivable and i am no longer in contact with him. my mum and i moved to california and we are trying to live life as we always did. but it's hard. it's really hard. i'm usually fine with starting over, but for some reason this time it's ridiculously hard.
but somehow this project kept me going and gave me something to look forward to finishing. and the friends that i have made on flickr have cheered me on, even though i finished this project way past it's due date. and i would like to thank you. every single one of you. i would not have been able to finish this without you guys. my photography has grown and i have grown as a person, too. someone that i am actually proud of. i'm so glad that i've met all you lovely people and i really wish i could thank you all in person (but i suck at public speaking so maybe not).
so i hope you enjoyed my project 365 and that you aren't too disappointed with the final outcome. but most importantly; thank you all for the endless amount of support. really. i would not be where i am today if it weren't for all of you :,)
view my entire project here
+++i had the pleasure to finish my project on the same day as jason lau. i highly recommend you bounce over to his stream and look through his project! he's incredible.
March '95 Unforgivable I know! (Not getting the left edge of the loch in), but the sun was so close to the edge of frame, and no other foreground.........
Ektachrome 100 (EPP) Mamiya 645 Super
DSC06950-HDR_Lr9
Excerpt from the plaque:
Inferno: Just before the Inferno, Dante’s La Divina Comedia opens with a powerful statement that resonates with the reader: ‘In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood for the straight way was lost.” This sentence tells us that in the midst of everyone’s life-including Dante’s-the path, which until then seemed well drawn, seems to slip away before our eyes, leaving us in fundamental doubt and perpetual shadow. These verses also mark the beginning of a quest, that of Dante’s. In the name of humanity, the poet will go through the three stages which will allow him, and consequently humanity, to find his own way.
Dante’s journey with the poet Virgil begins with a visit to Inferno. The Inferno is not only a dreamlike space, but a place of symbols. Nine circles unfold there and must be crossed successively. In each circle, Dante meets men struck with eternal punishment and understands that the penalties are inflicted on the basis of guilt. He also notes that the gravity of certain crimes makes them absolutely unforgivable, creating an interior disunity within each of the culprits. In La Divina Comedia, Dante therefore offers his reader an inner pilgrimage that begins with a visit to Inferno, making them witness to what Evil is and what falling feels like.