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The man absorbed in his phone epitomises the prevalent disconnection in contemporary society. His intense focus on technology indicates a disconnection from the physical world.
His posture, whether hunched or strained, mirrors the challenge of seeking purpose and connection in an era dominated by technology. The apathy of the attendant towards the art surrounding them reflects the belief that life is devoid of inherent significance or purpose. Their lack of interest may arise from a recognition of the pointlessness of their role,
as they sit among the unchanging beauty of the photographs but feel detached from it.
The deliberate fusion of both figures enhances the feeling of uncertainty and
emotional disengagement. The deliberate concealment of facial features through defocus
encourages viewers to impose their own emotions and interpretations onto the artwork.
Generalising, this may prompt viewers to think about their own involvement with the world and the possibility of change and development in the face of uncertainties about existence.
Sunday night cruising in Paprihaven as the Chevron is decked in holiday splendor.
The carolers are out with the vintage redline Emergency Unit truck.
🎵 Go, tell it on the mountain,
over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain
that Jesus Christ is born. 🎶
The watchers gathered clap and sing along.
🎵 While shepherds kept their watching
over silent flocks by night,
behold throughout the heavens,
there shone a holy light. 🎶
The Snoopy and Woodstock floats from the parade are brought through the Chevron to many cheers as well.
🎵 When I am a seeker,
I seek both night and day.
I seek the Lord to help me,
and He shows me the way. 🎶
No matter the troubles of their lives, which are many, this Christmas celebration pointing to the unchanging joy that Christ brings to hearts lifts the spirits of all there.
__________________________
A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Tomica
F2 Cadillac Ambulance
1976 Japan
Hot Wheels
Emergency Squad Unit
Redline
1974 Malaysia
Pepsi
Snoopy Bottle Caps
Snoopy Christmas
Woodstock Christmas Tree
2002 Japan
Illuminations Alpine Christmas Collection
Andy Stadden
Carolers
Couple
1995 Great Britain
Poem.
A steep, cobbled street.
Elegant half-timbered, Tudor houses
with overhanging upper storeys jostle
up and down this remarkable thoroughfare.
Medieval inns, hotels and boarding houses
crowd together from end to end.
A little imagination can remove the modern car
and fill this sharp gradient with locals,
merchants, visitors, smugglers, pilgrims and travellers.
For a thousand years wood-fired chimneys have
belched their smoke above and around the
oak timbers and pale wattle and daub panelled walls,
leaving their sooty signature.
With the sky grey and the atmosphere obscured,
this ancient road seems little changed from the 15th. century.
Its unchanging ambience seems to lock us in a time warp,
a reliable time-machine that
earns world-wide affection.
Commentary.
What charming but substantial cottages Singleton possesses.
The South Downs chalk like all areas of chalk contains
bands of black, grey and brown flint stone – hard, sharp and incredibly durable.
The “knappers” who split this stone to “face-off” the village dwellings needed to work hard to produce the thousands of tons required to finish the job.
The spirit and ambience of this place seems unchanging,
and with a flint frontage, I can see these cottages
surviving for another thousand years.
minerals cut out of hillsides, factories, electricity, computers, industries and infrastructures were utilized so that an artist could show you the beauty of untouched trees and hillsides.
What is this process worth?
Latest image, (in progress) created in oil paint on canvas. It is the scene I see outside my studio window. The painting is a pale, shallow and unchanging reflection, destined to rot... a reflection of an endlessly complex and rich, ever-changing reality, destined to renew.
I'm not really selling it, am I?
.I feel you always.
~
TOTW ~ 'Love'
I promised.
Happy love. Cos, you know- Love knows no distance. It is what it is. Here. There. Yesterday. Tomorrow.
Unchanging.
That is love.
:) Kudos to the better half for playing. He is, unconditionally, a fantastic man for putting up with me.
Today was wretchedly long and trying. I seriously doubt my sanity at some points during my days lately. Good thing though, really great repore growing with my staff. Can't beat that.
Really hoping to visit some of your streams this weekend, Gah, Is it not Friday night yet??????
Love you all yards and yards.
xoxo
Random Fact de jour: Stupid things irritate me.
Like how cat litter has an instruction panel, but that retarted things like a bankers box can confuse me with its lack of step-by-step.
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Photographs by definition capture a still image. An unchanging, isolated, moment frozen in time. But just because a photograph does not change does not mean it cannot show change. An effective photograph often brings a viewer outside the moment, leaving them to ask "what happens next?"
Sometimes it is obvious, like the silky falls of a tumbling cascade or a buzzer-beating basketball suspended in mid air. Other times it is more subtle, like this photograph here where one season changes into another. By pairing the ginkgo and maple tree together (which luckily happened to fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle), I tried to present a photograph you can "read" from left to right and see the change coming. Perhaps it prompts you to imagine the leaves falling off the ginkgo in the upcoming days.
One other note: I made this photograph after one of my friends told me he was hoping to see a gingko tree in the fall. Even though I am obsessed with scouting the local area for beautiful foliage, gingkos were admittedly not on my radar. After he said that, though, I started noticing them everywhere. It's funny how you can be totally blind to something until someone mentions it and then you see it everywhere.
Barren landscapes, alien-looking plants, and incredibly dark skies. This lone quiver tree under the reverse Milky Way arc shows the quintessence of why landscape astrophotographers love Namibia.
After writing the above paragraph, I realized that the word 'quintessence' has a rather interesting history:
Medieval alchemists believed that besides the four classic elements - earth, air, fire, and water - yet another element was responsible for the stars and planets. They called it "quinta essentia", Latin for "fifth essence". They believed the quinta essentia was matter in its purest form, and if they could somehow isolate it, it would cure all diseases.
Of course, this idea has long since been abandoned, but many languages still use quintessence as a word for the purest essence of a thing.
Modern cosmology has given Quintessence a new twist. It is the name of a hypothetical scalar field, used in an attempt to explain dark energy without the cosmological constant, thus solving the problem that predicted vacuum energy is up to an embarrassing 100 orders of magnitude higher than actually measured.
To test whether dark energy is caused by quintessence or the cosmological constant, scientists must determine whether the strength of dark energy has changed over time. So far, all signs point to dark energy being constant. The Vera C. Rubin Observatory in Chile, currently scheduled to start operations in 2025, should make measurements of the history of cosmic expansion dramatically more precise.
Scientists should thus soon be able to determine whether there's room in the data for Quintessence or whether the unchanging cosmological constant is the cause for dark energy, relegating quintessence back to parlance alone.
EXIF
Canon EOS-R, astro-modified
Sigma 28mm f/1.4 ART
IDAS NBZ filter
iOptron SkyTracker Pro
Sky:
12 panel panorama, each a stack of 6x 45s @ ISO1600, unfiltered & 3x 105s @ ISO6400, filtered
Foreground:
Panorama of 12 panels, each a focus stack of 5x 1/2s @ ISO1600, during twilight
Эфемерные облака и неподвижные камни.
Было утро , но палящий степной зной стремительно набирал силу. Все замерло в ожидании ливня . Все кроме вездесущих ящериц и меня , устало бредущего к своей палатке. На земле штиль , а над головой
кордебалет быстро движущихся облаков, напоминающий пляски половцев .
Проходя мимо очередной группы валунов моя камера щелкала в такт хаотичным мыслям . В этот
момент понял глубокую связь между эфемерными облаками и неподвижными валунами. Оба созданы силами времени и природы, воплощая постоянно меняющуюся суть существования. Облака, отражают быстротечность жизни, отбрасывая тени, которые изменяются в такт капризам ветра и времени . И наоборот, стойкие валуны символизируют устойчивость перед лицом невзгод, отражая неизменную сущность каждого из нас.
В это знойное утро сделал для себя открытие - одно из проявлений красоты заключается в тонком балансе между движением и неизменностью.
Возможно такие рассуждения возникают после перегрева под палящим степным солнцем , а может виновата просто ФОТОГРАФИЯ.
А. Суховский
Украина. Николаевская область. с Актово.
Ephemeral clouds and motionless stones.
It was morning, but the scorching heat of the steppe was rapidly gaining strength. Everything froze in anticipation of the rain. Everyone except the ubiquitous lizards and me, wearily wandering towards my tent. There is calm on the ground, but overhead
a corps de ballet of rapidly moving clouds, reminiscent of the Polovtsian dances.
Passing by another group of boulders, my camera clicked in time with my chaotic thoughts. In that
moment I realized the deep connection between ephemeral clouds and motionless boulders. Both are created by the forces of time and nature, embodying the ever-changing essence of existence. Clouds reflect the transience of life, casting shadows that change in time with the vagaries of the wind and time. Conversely, resilient boulders symbolize resilience in the face of adversity, reflecting the unchanging essence of each of us.
On this sultry morning, make a discovery for yourself - one of the manifestations of beauty lies in the delicate balance between movement and immutability.
Perhaps such reasoning arises after overheating under the scorching steppe sun, or maybe the PHOTOGRAPHY is simply to blame.
A. Sukhovsky
Ukraine. Mykolayiv region. v Aktovo
The Sleepers
"No map traces the street
Where those two sleepers are.
We have lost track of it.
They lie as if under water
In a blue, unchanging light,
The French window ajar
Curtained with yellow lace.
Through the narrow crack
Odors of wet earth rise.
The snail leaves a silver track;
Dark thickets hedge the house.
We take a backward look.
Among petals pale as death
And leaves steadfast in shape
They sleep on, mouth to mouth.
A white mist is going up.
The small green nostrils breathe,
And they turn in their sleep.
Ousted from that warm bed
We are a dream they dream.
Their eyelids keep up the shade.
No harm can come to them.
We cast our skins and slide
Into another time."
Sylvia Plath
Explore #9 - 20.06.2009 & Explore Front Page
Is there no change of death in paradise?
Does ripe fruit never fall? Or do the boughs
Hang always heavy in that perfect sky,
Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth,
With rivers like our own that seek for seas
They never find, the same receding shores
That never touch with inarticulate pang?
Why set the pear upon those river banks
Or spice the shores with odors of the plum?
Alas, that they should wear our colors there,
The silken weavings of our afternoons,
And pick the strings of our insipid lutes!
Death is the mother of beauty, mystical,
Within whose burning bosom we devise
Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.
From Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)
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The largest treefrog in Ohio, the gray treefrog can be any shade of brown, green, gray or black, using its camouflage to blend into its surroundings. Instead of using its coloring, it can be identified by the unchanging, dark-edged light spot beneath its eye and the bright yellow on the inside of its thighs ... a pleasant little amphibian who was handle-high on a door to my house.
The Christmas tree, resplendent in its evergreen splendor, stands as an artistic emblem of the eternal divine. Its unwavering verdure, defying winter's starkness, whispers of an everlasting vitality, mirroring the undying essence of the divine spirit. This majestic arboreal beacon, adorned with lights and ornaments, becomes a poetic testament to the enduring nature of hope and the perennial rebirth of life, reflecting the infinite and unchanging beauty of the divine.
swan river view, south perth;
my 1 year anniversary since i moved to perth :-)
thank you for your unchanging encouragement and friendship!
Poem.
A steep, cobbled street.
Elegant half-timbered, Tudor houses
with overhanging upper storeys jostle
up and down this remarkable thoroughfare.
Medieval inns, hotels and boarding houses
crowd together from end to end.
A little imagination can remove the modern car
and fill this sharp gradient with locals,
merchants, visitors, smugglers, pilgrims and travellers.
For a thousand years wood-fired chimneys have
belched their smoke above and around the
oak timbers and pale wattle and daub panelled walls,
leaving their sooty signature.
With the sky grey and the atmosphere obscured,
this ancient road seems little changed from the 15th. century.
Its unchanging ambience seems to lock us in a time warp,
a reliable time-machine that
earns world-wide affection.
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Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me once in a while
Please promise me, you'll try
When you find that once again you long
To take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me
We never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen
Don't think about the way
Things might have been
Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
To put you from my mind
Recall those days, look back on all those times
Think of those things we'll never do
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you
"They were to have been a love gift,
but when she slit the paper funnel,
they both saw they were fake; false flowers
he'd picked in haste from the store's display,
handmade coloured stuff, stiff as crinoline.
Instantly she thought of women's hands
cutting in grimy light by a sweatshop window;
rough plank tables strewn with cut-out
flower heads: lily, iris, primula, scentless
chrysanthemums, pistils rigged on wire
in crowns of sponge-tipped stamens,
sepals and petals perfect, perfectly
immune to menaces from the garden.
Why so wrong, so...flattening? Why not instead
symbols of unchanging love?
Yet pretty enough,
she considered, arranging them in a vase
with dry grass and last summer's hydrangeas
whose deadness was still (how to put it?)
alive, or maybe the other side of life.
Two sides, really, of the same thing?
She laughed a little, such ideas were embarrassing
even when kept to oneself,
but her train of thought
carried her in its private tunnel through supper,
and at bedtime, brushing her teeth,
she happened to look up at the moon.
Its sunlit face was turned, as always, in her direction.
The full moon, she couldn't help thinking,
though we see only half of it.
It was an insight she decided she could
share with him, but when he joined her
and together they lay in the dark,
there seemed no reason to say anything.
The words, in any case, would be wrong,
would escape or disfigure her meaning.
Good was the syllable she murmured to him,
fading into sleep. And just for a split second,
teetering on the verge of it, she believed
everything that had to be was understood."
-- Anne Stevenson
“J’aimerais qu’il existe des lieux stables, immobiles, intangibles, intouchés et presque intouchables, immuables, enracinés; des lieux qui seraient des références, des points de départ, des sources.” Georges Perec.
“I would like there would be stable, immovable, inviolable places, untouched and almost untouchable, unchanging, rooted; places which would be references, starting points, sources.”)
Paris, Clok’s serie (tentative d’épuisement) of Belleville, bar, rue de Belleville (street art by Fred le Chevalier), February 2013.
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A break in the drab landscape courtesy of the sun and clouds. This part of Southern Utah appears pretty desolate and boring. Thankfully the speed limit is 80 mph- it passes quickly if you choose to avoid the landscape. I happen to like it. I endeavor to become intimate with the expanse that cannot love me back. I appreciate the change that clouds bring to an otherwise unchanging environment of wind and drought.
Don't wait for a miracle, there's a rough road in front of us
with obstacles and future that can't be known, yet I won't change, I can't give up.
Keep your love unchanging for my wounded heart
Looking in your eyes, no words are needed, time has stopped.
The name Constantina is a girl's name of Latin origin meaning "constant, unchanging".
Candid shot, Paphos, Cyprus.
Monahangray walked. He did not know where he was going or where he was coming from. He did not stop to rest or eat or do any of the things necessary to sustain life. He simply walked.
He smiled. I was constant, as unchanging as stone. But it was not a true smile, not an expression of happiness of joy, it simply was.
As walked and smiled he hummed. He wrote songs and poem never heard before. He replayed ancient ballads and common ditties. Yet he neither paused to write nor stopped to think. He simply hummed.
He walked through a land that was in between. In between life and death, found and lost, here and there. The ground was thick with vines yet they were not green with life nor brown with death. They were in between, pale green and dying red. Not alive not dead, it simply was.
Had he looked up he may have seen the birds. Had he looked up he may have seen hope. But he looked neither up nor down, right nor left. He simply looked straight ahead.
And so, he simply was.
The Word of God in the Last Days "God's Work, God's Disposition, and God Himself II" (Part One) (2)
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/god-work-god-disposition-...
God's words in this video are from the book "Continuation of The Word Appears in the Flesh".
The content of this video:
The Work of God’s Management and Salvation of Mankind Begins With Abraham’s Offering of Isaac
God Does Not Care If Man Is Foolish—He Only Asks That Man Be True
3. God's Promise to Abraham
Man Gains God’s Blessings Because of His Sincerity and Obedience
Gaining Those Who Know God and Are Able to Testify to Him Is God’s Unchanging Wish
Eastern Lightning, The Church of Almighty God was created because of the appearance and work of Almighty God , the second coming of the Lord Jesus, Christ of the last days. It is made up of all those who accept Almighty God's work in the last days and are conquered and saved by His words. It was entirely founded by Almighty God personally and is led by Him as the Shepherd. It was definitely not created by a person. Christ is the truth, the way, and the life. God's sheep hear God's voice. As long as you read the words of Almighty God, you will see God has appeared.
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I enjoy the contrast of geological layers in the rock and the evergreen trees, conveying an unchanging permanence, against the the rough sea and splashes of autumn color, which give a more human-scale sense of time.
In the old days...after the lighthouse was erected, in 1859...the Lamberts, the first family of lightkeepers...with their eleven children (one was born on the island ...) remained all year round ...within sight of the town of Southampton. When there was enough solid ice, the trip to town could be undertaken...otherwise, the family was on its own..... planning and ample supplies were essentail for survival .
The light has been unmanned since the 1950's...but the light still burns year round, by solar power.
In the summer, tours are available daily...provided by hard working local volunteers...for a reasonable cost of $25, for the two hour excursion.
Texture kindly supplied by Jerry, of SkeletalMess...a generous Flickr contact...thank you Jerry !
Let us spare some thoughts today...for those whose lives may not be as easy as our own...in the past...and still today...and wishing all of us a Happy New Year !
In the fall, some cedar needles carpet the forest floor...but this IS an evergreen, so the appearance of the trees is unchanging.
Poem.
A steep, cobbled street.
Elegant half-timbered, Tudor houses
with overhanging upper storeys jostle
up and down this remarkable thoroughfare.
Medieval inns, hotels and boarding houses
crowd together from end to end.
A little imagination can remove the modern car
and fill this sharp gradient with locals,
merchants, visitors, smugglers, pilgrims and travellers.
For a thousand years wood-fired chimneys have
belched their smoke above and around the
oak timbers and pale wattle and daub panelled walls,
leaving their sooty signature.
With the sky grey and the atmosphere obscured,
this ancient road seems little changed from the 15th. century.
Its unchanging ambience seems to lock us in a time warp,
a reliable time-machine that
earns world-wide affection.
A subject-less Pittsburgh image with no meaningful content--a fence, some poles and towers, railroad tracks, wires, asphalt, concrete parking barriers, and the back of a stop sign--dominated by a pile of dirt. The framing was largely intuitive though I did purposely include the smoke stacks of the Heinz Plant at the far left. I like the vertical rhythms, the mirror-image arrangement of the parking barriers with the stop sign, the way the angle of the barriers echoes the angle of the pile of dirt, the bright orange bag weights spread along the bottom of the fence, and the little bits of yellow and red of construction equipment forming a second triangle.
It's not entirely random that the scene is a demolition/construction site. This is the strip district, where change is rampant; the old landscape (the one we thought was persistent and unchanging though all along it has never been static) is being swept away in wide swaths, replaced by new housing. This transitory landscape appeals to my interest in the impermanence of all things and helps to document this period of history in this place. I have also always been alert to the views that open up when structures are demolished. In this case, the Heinz smoke stacks, and the buildings and hill across the river on the right, will be visible from this vantage point only for a very brief time. Another aspect of the image, not apparent from the image itself, is the problem of memory. Despite my avid interest in this part of town and the many photographs I have made here, I cannot bring to mind what was here before it was demolished a couple months ago. Something that seemed old and stable and permanent.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
-Pablo Neruda, Your Laughter
Introduction
Gospel Song Video | Christian Hymn "God's Will for Mankind Will Never Change" | The Love of God Is Unchanging
I
God's been in this world for many years, but who knows Him? No wonder God chastises people. Seems God uses them as objects of His authority. Seems they're bullets in His gun, and once He's fired it, they'll all escape one by one. But this is not what is real, it's their imagination. God loves people like His treasure, since they're the "capital" of His management. He will not eliminate them. He won't change His will towards them. He won't change His will towards them.
II
God has always respected humans. He hasn't once exploited or traded them like slaves. For He and man can't part. Thus a life and death bond is formed. Between man and God, God loves, cherishes humans. Though this isn't mutual, God still spends efforts on them, as to God they still look up. God loves people like His treasure, since they're the "capital" of His management. He will not eliminate them. He won't change His will towards them. He won't change His will towards them. He won't change His will towards them. He won't change His will towards them.
III
Can they truly trust God's oath? How can they satisfy God? This is the task for all man, the "homework" God left for all. It is God's hope that they will all work hard to complete it.
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs
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Image Source: The Church of Almighty God
Beside this big old bed is a paper lamp. It is a column of orange light whispering to someone I can’t see as I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for my thoughts to stop. I know something I cannot say, can’t even begin to articulate, and the orange light holds that knowledge in its secret supernatural voice like clear water in a metal bowl. The story of light has been trying to let me know something in my dreams. I have been resistant to it, like everyone else before me. But there is no denying the reality of its narrative, its power, its tricky strength, its trajectory of claiming. Filaments of orange light peer through little holes in the paper lamp’s cylindrical body and I think of a column of fire, a tongue of flame dancing and insistent. Something burning but stable and unchanging. When will I know what to do? When will the silent fire decide to speak my name? I sigh and slide between the cool white cotton of the bedsheets. The lamp’s glass bulb flickers like a candle, goes out for a second, then reappears, tinged with a purple undercurrent that is impossible to identify with my eyes but is somehow undeniably present nonetheless. I sit up and listen for the wind, for the way the branches of the shedding red oaks sound against the glass of the big windows that open onto the forest. A shower of acorns pelts the tin roof and the lamp gutters like a torch and goes out. Breathless but not exactly fearful, I close my eyes to hear what the fire has to say, adding a layer of chosen darkness to the hologram of orange and purple that inhabits the new dark of the air around me.
-----lks 2015
I found this tiny Jumping Spider (Salticidae) in a narrow gap between two leaves of Coast Live Oak (Quercus agrifolia, Fagaceae). Sure, it's looking at me. There's something unnerving about making eye contact with such a tiny critter, but here it is. There are many kinds of these little jumpers that I can't tell apart, and this is one of them. Isn't it cute! (San Marcos Pass, 31 January 2018)
The NWS Forecast Discussion this morning said that "The weather pattern is relentlessly unchanging through the xtnded period." Later on they added "Really not seeing much change in this pattern at least through next weekend as well so it`s looking likely that the first 10 days of February will be dry and quite possibly longer." The weather is warm and beautiful but dry dry dry. For some reason the chorus frogs have been really going at all night it in our outdoor bathtub water garden. Go figure.
I’ll call this the “turtle snowflake” if there ever was such a thing, in more ways than one! View large!
The darker area in the center (solid ice) is definitely an iconic turtle shape, and the brighter area surrounding (bubble in the ice) is allowing for thin film interference colours to enter in slightly, providing pastel greens and magentas to bring it to life. The outer branches mimic this internal shape very nicely, a feature I’ve seen many times and refer to as its “inner future”.
Given stable conditions, a snowflake will follow a predictable path, almost like it has an unchanging fate. Rarely are things in nature perfectly stable to the degree where this can be true, even for a snowflake it’s by far the minority of scenarios. Only a rare few survive with perfectly repeating fractal symmetry which is so easily interrupted by a stray droplet of water or unexpected collision with another snowflake.
You can also see the relative thickness of the snowflake, and the clue that I photograph all of these on a slight angle. If you notice the bottom of the branches, you can see the thin edge of the crystal. This snowflake measures 1.8mm across, which means it’s only 0.025mm thick – 25 microns / micrometers. Something so thin is actually pretty strong. With broad branches I’ll often flip these things around with a paint brush to get them to the proper angle to photograph. Thinner branches will often snap off, but this snowflake is tough to break – like a turtle. :)
While not as complex as some of the larger crystals, there is beauty in the simple symmetry. Hexagonal shapes with 60-degree angles paired with curved lines in the branches where the thicker outer edge of the branch is growing back in towards the middle, thickening and strengthening the design. You might even notice some extremely tiny bubbles trapped in the ice in the outer area of the hexagonal shape. These bubbles measure a mere 2 microns across on average. In comparison, a single cell human egg is 100-130 microns across; about the closest match in size I could quickly find is to that of an E. coli bacteria also being roughly 2 microns, about as small as you can visually see through a traditional microscope. Sometimes it’s fun to put snowflakes on a scale with other natural objects!
If you’d like to know more about the science of snowflakes with an exhaustive and comprehensive tutorial on how to photograph and edit these little gems, check out my book Sky Crystals:
Hardcover: www.skycrystals.ca/book/
eBook: www.skycrystals.ca/ebook/
Other things you might be interested in:
2018 Ice Crystals Coin from the Royal Canadian Mint featuring my snowflakes: www.mint.ca/store/coins/coin-prod3040427
“The Snowflake” print, taking 2500 hours to create: skycrystals.ca/product/poster-proof/
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"" Uma declaração ainda mais magnifica sobre o design divino pode ser encontrada em um fragmento de uma obra perdida de Aristóteles intitulada Da filosofia . Ele tambem ficava tomado de profundo encanto diante da amplitude das hostes brilhantes através do céu noturno da Grécia antiga. Qualquer pessoa que já tenha pessoalmente se dedicado a estudar os céus à noite, intocado pela poluição , e o brilho das luzes noturnas, e assistiam o girar lento mais irresistível do cosmo, repleto com seus planetas, estrelas e constelações conhecidas diante de seus olhos e se indagavam: O que causa tudo isso ?
Aristóteles concluiu que a causa era inteligência divina. Ele imaginava o impacto que a visão do mundo teria sobre uma raça de homens que tivesse vivido no subterrâneo sem jamais ter visto o céu.
Quando, então, eles tivessem de súbito a visão da terra dos mares e do céu; quando eles viessem a conhecer a imensidão das nuvens e o poder dos ventos; quando eles vissem o sol e viessem a conhecer a sua grandeza, sua beleza bem como seu poder de fazer nascer o dia,ao lançar luz sobre o céu;e quando a noite outra vez tiver lançado suas sombras sobre a terra e quando então eles pudessem admirar o céu salpicado e enfeitado de estrelas; e quando eles pudessem ver as mutantes luzes da lua, à medida que ela se enche e míngua, e o nascer e o se pôr de todos esses corpos celestiais com seus cursos fixos e imutáveis por toda a eternidade - quando eles admirassem todas essas coisas, eles com toda certeza teria chegado à conclusão de que os deuses existem e que todas essas coisas maravilhosas são obras de suas mãos (Da filosofia).
Em sua Metasífica, Aristóteles levou adiante o argumento de que deve existir uma causa primeira não causada, que é Deus - um ser vivo, inteligente, imaterial, eterno e supremamente bom, que é a fonte de toda a ordem do cosmo.
Quem ler as obras desses filósofos da antiguidade não pode evitar pensar nas palavras de Paulo em sua carta aos Romanos: "Pois aos seus atributos invisíveis, seu eterno poder e divindade, são vistos claramente desde a criação do mundo e percebidos mediante as coisas criadas" (Rm 1.20). Desde os primeiros tempos homens que desconheciam completamente a Bíblia chegaram à conclusão, com base no desenho do universo, que deve existir um Deus. ""
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"" An even more magnificent statement about the divine design can be found in a fragment of a lost work entitled From Aristotle philosophy. He was also taken deep charm at the breadth of the bright hosts through the night sky in ancient Greece. Anyone who has ever personally been devoted to studying the night skies untouched by pollution, and the brightness of nighttime lights, and watched the most irresistible slow turning of the cosmos, filled with its planets, stars and constellations known before his eyes and if they asked: What causes this?
Aristotle concluded that the cause was divine intelligence. He imagined the impact that the vision of the world would have about a race of men who had lived underground without having ever seen the sky.
When, then, they had a sudden vision of the seas of the earth and sky; when they come to know the immensity of the clouds and the power of the winds; when they saw the sun and come to know its greatness, its beauty and its power to bring forth the day, to shed light on the sky, and when night again has cast its shadows on the ground and then when they could admire the speckled sky and adorned with stars; and when they could see the changing lights of the moon, as it is filled, and starving, and the sunrise and the sunset if all these heavenly bodies with their fixed and unchanging for eternity courses - when they admire all these things, they surely would have come to the conclusion that gods exist and that all these wonderful things are the works of their hands (from philosophy).
In his Metasífica, Aristotle carried on the argument that there must be an uncaused first cause, which is God - a being alive, intelligent, immaterial, eternal and supremely good, which is the source of all order in the cosmos.
Who read the works of these philosophers of antiquity can not help thinking of the words of Paul in his letter to the Romans: "For their invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen since the creation of the world and understood by the things created" (Rom 1:20). From the earliest times men who completely ignored the Bible came to the conclusion, based on the design of the universe, there must be a God. ""
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Back in, France, I am entranced by the light, warmth and quiet mood of the simple countryside of rural Charente. To me it is special even without the vineyards or dramatic sunflowers, feeling like it is unchanging over hundreds of years.
Difficult to express in a photo and I'm not sure if this succeeds... but i'll keep trying.
Tech note: I have added a slight soft-focus effect to represent the heat of summer and to echo a little of the character of thr French Impressionist painters who captured the mood of these landscapes so well 100 years ago...
PS September 2022: a new higher-resolution version.
The Word of God in the Last Days "God's Work, God's Disposition, and God Himself II" (Part One) (2)
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Introduction
Words of God in this video are from the book "The Word Appears in the Flesh".
The content of this video:
The Work of God’s Management and Salvation of Mankind Begins With Abraham’s Offering of Isaac
God Does Not Care If Man Is Foolish—He Only Asks That Man Be True
3. God's Promise to Abraham
Man Gains God's blessing Because of His Sincerity and Obedience
Gaining Those Who Know God and Are Able to Testify to Him Is God’s Unchanging Wish
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Mom, give me a break! I had a chipmunk right in my sights and here you come again, stalking me with that camera! Here's a thought for you; how many pictures of the same unchanging Tuxie cat do you need? Could you at least wait until I finish my hunt and kill before you sneak up with that thing? What do you mean I can't go out? I'm so close to him I can reach out and he'll be toast. But nooooo, not with YOU following me around like I was British royalty or something!
EXPLORED Thank you so much.
Though the look changes, the true heroism is seen in the unchanging shadow!
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Masters of the Universe
Prince Adam
1984, Mattel
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He-Man
1982, Mattel
Trying to combine group themes 'shadow' and 'change', so give us a break!
Introduction
praise and worship music | Walk in the Love of God | "Attachment to God" (Korean Worship Song)
I
Oh Lord,
I’ve enjoyed so much of Your grace.
Why do I always feel empty inside?
Have I not gained the truth and life?
II
Reading these words can answer your questions.
“Christ of the last days brings life,
and brings the enduring and everlasting way of truth.
This truth is the path through which man shall gain life,
and the only path by which
man shall know God and be approved by God.
If you do not seek the way of life provided by
Christ of the last days,
then you shall never gain the approval of Jesus,
and shall never be qualified to enter the gate of the kingdom of heaven,
for you are both a puppet
and prisoner of history” (The Scroll Opened by the Lamb).
Almighty God, Christ of the last days, has expressed all the truths
to purify, to save mankind,
bringing man the path to eternal life.
By accepting and obeying God’s work, practicing and experiencing His words,
man can understand the truth and gain life.
III
God chose me from a vast ocean of people, miraculously arranging that I come to His side.
His kind words warmed my heart, His earnest calls woke me up from my dream.
That familiar voice, that beautiful countenance have not changed from the very beginning.
In God’s family I taste the sweetness of His love. I lean close to Him and do not want to part again.
Without God, the days were hard to bear.
I staggered along with each step full of pain.
Only with God’s hidden protection did I reach today.
And now with God’s word by me I am satisfied.
IV
With time comes great changes, the world does not stay the same. But nothing will wipe from my heart my attachment to God.
A promise of thousands of years, an unchanging oath. After many cycles of life and death I return to God’s side.
He has sown life in my heart. His words shepherd and water me, giving trials and refinements.
Through persecutions and sufferings, my life grows ever stronger. The rough roads and failures are training grounds for me.
God has never left my side. He silently sacrifices for humanity with never a word of complaint.
I will throw off my corrupt disposition and be purified. Then I can accompany God forever.
God has never left my side. He silently sacrifices for humanity with never a word of complaint.
I will throw off my corrupt disposition and be purified. Then I can accompany God forever.
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It's Thanksgiving! Oliver and Koncedra Simmons have opened their home to family and friends for this happy occasion.
The call of duty assignments for the war have arrived and Airman First Class Derrick Simmons is reviewing their orders with bunkmate Army Sgt Vince Carter and Navy Aviation Fuel Handler Greg "Grape" Grapinksi. *
Carter: Wow, we're going to have to get back to the barracks quick.
Simmons: By the deployment schedule for our units, we can eat first.
Grape: It's startin' to feel like a last meal.
Carter: We'll hang in there. Tell us somethin' Derrick. You're always in the Good Book.
Simmons: In Joshua 1:9 God says, "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go."
Carter: So, He's with us?
Simmons: The Lord Jesus says, "And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age." ** The condition of all of these promises is that we belong to Him. That we have repented, turned away from our lives as we knew them, and turned to Christ Jesus in belief that His work has accomplished all we need. That our sins will be forgiven through His work, that we will be given His righteousness, that our lives will be changed through His Spirit indwelling us, and that we will be secured in the eternal, unchanging saving love of God.
Grape: So, we gotta pray.
Simmons: No one can assure you of God's salvation but God. Seek Him if you're not right with Him or even if you're not sure. He is mighty to save and gracious to do so. He also gives this promise, "And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose." ***
Carter: Buddy, we better start praying now.
Christians can thank God for His sovereign care over them. God does not promise an absence of hardships, struggles or loss in this life. He promises to bring the Christian through those adversities and to deliver them into the perfection of His eternity to come. "For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison," **** "For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. " *****
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Thanksgiving 2015:
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Thanksgiving 2016:
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Thanksgiving 2017:
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Thanksgiving 2018:
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Thanksgiving 2019:
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* Follow the soldiers in the "Life in the Barracks" album, starting here:
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** Matthew 8:20
*** Romans 8:28
**** 2 Corinthians 4:17
***** Romans 8:18
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me
We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .
Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .
For R, M, M & R, et alia.
When heavy rain falls on this old, tiny town in a torrent, all the water surges here. Down the rush of Lawrencetown Lane, past my soles underfoot, in waves on asphalt to the Annapolis River. The first streetlights are flickering to life, breaking through in white and orange to a steady bluing evening. The whole world is the colour of water, at least how it is in a child's drawing. Painted in those chilling shades, sighing shadows set upon themselves, intent on enveloping everything. I've stood on this corner more times than I can count, hovered here like waiting on something – feeling like a cross between life unchanging and endless possibility. I've always loved small towns for their blank canvas quality. I'm not nostalgic about their past out of reach, have no future hopes for them. Here and now is quiet enough to be anything at all. Maybe that rubs off on me.
January 13, 2023
Lawrencetown, Nova Scotia
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Cambridge, an ancient and World-famous University City
Set beside the languid, meandering waters of the River Cam.
The fine buildings, Chapels, spires, towers, bridges, boats,
punting-poles, students, bicycles, visitors, quadrangles and meadows make for a unique, PhD standard landscape, in this special, beautiful city.
Queen’s College is a typical, institutional Tudor building of smaller brick and elaborate, tall chimneys.
Heating relied on one hearth and fire per room,
hence a plethora of decorated stacks.
Such architecture seems eternal, unchanging and outwardly, unspoilt.
In the morning of my life I shall look to the sunrise.
At a moment in my life when the world is new.
And the blessing I shall ask is that God will grant me,
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through.
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love my whole life through
In the noontime of my life I shall look to the sunshine,
At a moment in my life when the sky is blue.
And the blessing I shall ask shall remain unchanging.
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through
In the evening of my life I shall look to the sunset,
At a moment in my life when the night is due.
And the question I shall ask only I can answer.
Was I brave and strong and true?
Did I fill the world with love my whole life through?
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Just as the sun observes every passing moment of life, the light in our heart is witness to every thought and deed that we engage in, in our lives. The sun observes every battle that is fought on the earth. Every joyful moment that is celebrated. Every mundane moment that has to happen. Similarly too does the consciousness in our hearts, which continuously shines, observes our struggles, joys and our normal.
So salute the sun, for it can lead us to the light in the heart. When everything is changing, its the witness that is unchanging.
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