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It Makes Life So Much Better, giving more opportunities for friendship, sharing special occasions, travel, learn, play, and explore together. Many times it gives us the opportunity to understand and enjoy different traditions and become more aware of the need to reach out and embrace our differences which life is all about. The more we know and understand the better it is for us and others. Sharing knowledge and friendship gives us more reason to be happy. Together is always better than alone!
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"Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes, and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful." Stafford
One advantage I've found in buying a pre-loved camera is that it came with a basic instruction booklet and a more advanced CD. Plus it has a beautiful brown leather case. It was obviously not pre-loved for long as it was boxed with all accessories tidily wrapped inside.
I tried it out around the garden and found its operation rather different from that of my a6000 and look forward to understanding more about it today.
Have the pleasure of looking at yesterday's shots on my new 24" screen today. (It's not even the 25th of any month....)
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Long ago, in the ancient city of Athens, there lived a wise and just ruler named King Cecrops. He was known throughout Greece for his fairness and his love for his people.
One day, the king learned that a powerful enemy army was marching towards Athens with the intent of conquering the city. Fearing for the safety of his people, Cecrops consulted with the gods and asked for their help.
Athena, the goddess of wisdom, heard the king's prayers and decided to aid him. She appeared before him in a vision and instructed him to build a temple in her honor on the Acropolis.
The king followed Athena's instructions and the temple was built in record time. Athena then appeared before Cecrops once more, this time in the flesh, and taught him the art of war and strategy. She trained him in the ways of the battlefield, showing him how to best use his limited resources to defeat the enemy army.
With Athena's guidance, King Cecrops led his army to victory against the invaders. The city of Athens was saved from destruction, and the king was hailed as a hero.
In gratitude, Cecrops declared Athena the patron goddess of Athens, and her temple on the Acropolis became the center of the city's spiritual and intellectual life. For centuries to come, Athena's wisdom and guidance would continue to shape the destiny of Athens and inspire people throughout Greece to seek knowledge, justice, and wisdom.
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Japanese Home in Winter V1
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A photo I took during the last opening at Museum Barberini in Potsdam (Kandinsky’s Universe: Geometric Abstraction in the 20th Century). That I never read artist's names for not being influenced by famous names comes unhandy now, as I can't say who made this marvelous piece here (the left one). Still, it is a surprising good exhibition with only a few works by Kandinsky.
ContaxT on Tri-X @800 in CaffenolCL
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I think that's this is all we need now.
For all my flickr friends, all the best for you and your families in these days. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
"As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There's one thing I wanna know:
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?.."
Elvis Costello & The Attractions: youtu.be/Ssd3U_zicAI?si=Bpr6eXy-MTRBEyCJ
Manhattan, NYC. This gentleman was actually signaling to his girlfriend (she had gone into the subway entrance behind the window).
More wabi-sabi, and yet another tulip; there appears to be no end to these tulips, as there's a seemingly endless supply at the grocer's, and since I almost never throw them away, the supply just keeps growing. Indeed, I strongly suspect that at least one of these beauties has already appeared in another image in my photostream.
I think what I like most here is the way the image pulls my eyes back and forth from one blossom to the other, and then down to the dancing stems. And, of course, I'm always smitten by the texture and color of these withered flower parts.
The result of a multi-image focus stack, this image should reward pretty close examination. Maximum viewing size on your computer can be found by opening the image in a separate window, making that window maximum size, typing the letter "L" on the keyboard, and then clicking the cursor as long as a '+' appears in it, typically twice.
If you find this image to your liking, you can find more wabi-sabi - and an account of my understanding of the meaning of that term - in my wabi-sabi album, more tulips in my Tulips album, and more dancing flowers in my Tiny Dancers album.
BTW, I've taken to putting a white rim around these images on black because, on my iPhone flickr app, it is otherwise difficult to discern the image's edges. I made it tiny because, while large mats look lovely on my desktop monitor, they make it hard for my tired old eyes to view an image on my iPhone's small screen.
Understanding my roll.
When our first grandchild was born, my son’s family was stationed at NAS Pax River Maryland. We made the drive from Indiana to Maryland as often as possible and they the reverse. August was a beautiful baby boy who looked and acted like every other baby…like a little humanoid who had lots of intake and the smelliest of outgo. When it comes to babies…until they are old enough and can be responsible for their own head and neck, well let’s just say that holding one makes me as nervous as being wrapped up like a mummy utilizing live Boa constrictors! Scratch that as it is an exaggeration…I would prefer the boa’s!
I do not remember his exact age but I would guess it was around a year and a half old and they were in town for a visit. It was a beautiful spring/summer day and August and I were walking around the front yard, just exploring and enjoying time together. As we walked hand in hand, we came upon a bush. I have no idea what type of bush it was, even though it was part of our landscaping. It was both yellow and green, the type that looked a bit sharp but wasn’t.
We stopped and were looking at the bush when August without a word spoken looked up into my eyes. Instantly I knew his question and I said “You can touch it.” He gently reached out and started feeling the texture of a single branch, and smiled. It was at that exact moment, as if hit by lightning, that I felt like a grandfather for the first time…accepting responsibility for one of my roles in his life, to assist with discovery.
Fast forward seven years and I am at Custer SP photographing bison when I notice this little one. Its nose was inches from the ground and a few feet away from a lone blue flower. It moved from side to side, eyed fixed on the flower as if it was wondering what it was…a bit curious, a bit hesitant. A few seconds passed before it worked up the courage to approach the flower. When it bowed down to ascertain its fragrance, I took this photo.
Watching this bison reminded me of the thrill, the absolute blessing of discovery…making this shot a personal favorite from this trip!
Photo taken 22 May, 2023.
[j]ust as the myths still live on in ghostly life as fables after they have died as real meaning, so the old rhythmic consciousness of Nature (it should rather be called participation than a consciousness) lives on as the tradition of metrical form. We can only understand the origin of metre by going back to the ages when men were conscious, not merely in their heads, but in the beating of their hearts and the pulsing of their blood—when thinking was not merely of Nature, but was Nature herself.
-Owen Barfield, Poetic Diction, 157.
To my women with the utmost respect, intellect
We often forget and neglect intuition can see through illusive intent, listen to it
Just listen, just listen, oh
I found myself searching for a way to prevent, the detriment
And giving the impression that if you express to him what a woman needs
His comprehension is definite
But there’s a difference between understanding and honoring your word
And I’m articulate, he’s a good listener
But I’m hesitant ’cause he’s gonna fuck up anyways
"He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit."
Psalm 147:4-5
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And finally, the last day of the trip. Started off the day at Pipe Spring National Monument, which was new to me, and ended with a glorious sunset in a favorite of favorites, Zion. Pipe Spring is a deeply unique park and one of a handful of units to have a working farm on it, complete with livestock. Beyond that, it interprets the history of the southern Paiute who inhabit the region, and the Mormon settlers that came to settle here and escape religious prosecution in the 19th century. The story details the cooperation and conflict that is a hallmark of the region. Such stories are vital to understanding the United States and how we can learn from our mistakes and build stronger communities for all. And what do I need to say about Zion? Although we only planned to drive through on our way to Vegas and our flights home, Patrick and I both can’t stand Vegas…so why rush through? We spent a fantastic and relaxing afternoon and early evening chasing the fading light through the canyon and marveling at the geological wonderland before us. What a perfect way to end a trip in which we had seen so much- with a day that encapsulated the trip with history and natural grandeur. And isn’t that what the very soul of the National Park Service is, too? Again, a day of perfect encapsulation and symbolism. When I started out on this trip, I was nervous as to what state I would find our National Parks in as they come under threat. What I’ve written during this trip certainly tells that story. What I found was heartening- people love their parks. People will speak up for their parks. People know that their parks tell the full story of the United States, from the bloody and brutal, to the grand and the naturally magnificent. This is engrained into our culture. National Parks are America in every sense of the word- they show what we are and they are part of what we believe what we should be. And what we should maintain and cherish and interpret. It’s going to take a lot more than this single administration of myopia to stop that. Keep fighting. Keep speaking up. These lands are your lands. These stories are your stories. And they always will be. If we keep fighting.
This work is done in a cold blue to portray the lack of love in so many people’s lives today; the hearts emphasize the importance of love and the difference it makes. I can tell you from firsthand experience that a united and harmonious family makes life so much easier. It takes work from every member of the family, but the result is worth it.
Sadly, family is not as important these days. Yet it is the center and beginning of our learning. Maintaining a strong family unit involves open and honest communication, mutual respect, and spending quality time together through shared activities, traditions, and meals. Sharing affection and appreciation, being adaptable to change, with an adaptable support system both within the family and mutual friends.
Having the ability to express feelings without fear or judgement. Listen with empathy, exchanging emotional support, and show understanding. Always show love and appreciation for each other's efforts and successes. It is important to find time to spend with one another. As time goes by, each family member becomes fully involved with their own families, but make sure to find time to include your original family, thus expanding your relationships and creating a larger support system. Always respect one another despite different opinions and values. Be there for each other's crises. Learn family teamship; it will pay off dividends in the future.
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It is a language of movement, whispered between horse and rider—a rhythm of trust forged in silence, spoken not in words, but in the press of a knee, the shift of weight, the soft touch of a guiding hand. The horse listens, ears flicking toward the unseen, sensing the rider’s unspoken intent. And the rider, in return, yields to instinct, understanding that control is not command, but conversation.
In communion, there is no force, no struggle—only presence. It is in the steady cadence of hoofbeats against the earth, the rise and fall of breath in perfect sync. The reins are not chains but bridges, delicate threads that tie two souls together, teaching patience, rewarding surrender.
And in the quiet moments—the pause before the gallop, the stillness beneath an open sky—the distinction dissolves. Horse and rider are no longer separate beings, but one force, carried forward by trust, by motion, by a connection deeper than understanding.
An eastbound CSX stack train flies underneath ancient New York Central signals and a dramatic sunrise in Buffalo, New York. To my understanding, these classic signals have since been replaced.
I took my myself down to the mouth of Loch Lomond for the last days of summer, lots of people enjoying the Loch late in the evening. You can see the side of Ben Lomond. Have a great weekend.
A moonchild is often described as someone who:
Feels deeply, even when they don't always show it.
Is introspective and enjoys solitude as much as companionship.
Finds beauty in quiet moments—moonlit walks, rain, forests, oceans, or star-filled skies.
Possesses a vivid imagination and a rich inner world.
Is naturally creative, often drawn to writing, music, painting, photography, or storytelling.
Has strong intuition and notices subtle emotions and unspoken details.
Offers comfort and understanding to others without seeking attention.
Values authenticity over popularity.
Is fascinated by mystery, dreams, symbolism, and the unknown.
Moves through life thoughtfully rather than impulsively.
Appreciates calm, peaceful environments more than loud or chaotic ones.
Often feels a deep connection to nature, especially nighttime landscapes, tides, lakes, oceans, and forests.
May seem reserved at first but forms profound, lasting connections with people they trust.
Finds meaning in moments that others might overlook.
A moonchild isn't necessarily shy or fragile. They can be resilient, independent, and quietly powerful. Their strength often comes from emotional intelligence, empathy, patience, and the ability to remain grounded during difficult times.
Artwork installation above a Liverpool Street. The goal behind this initiative is to raise awareness and understanding, encouraging discussion around Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) and autism.
I was enjoying one of my rather hasty forays into sunrise photography while going to work (like my earlier post, The Core). It was early Spring, the leaves still a silent promise on the branches of the trees - the fields still apparently inert, after the recent ploughing. A striking aspect of the situation was that I could not walk too deep in the countryside (I was on my way to work, after all), so I was fairly close to a heavily congested road - yet it feel like being on an entirely different planet. My ears were still hearing the constant hum of the early rush hour, yet my brain was not registering it. For some fleeting, blessed moments I was disconnected from all that frenzy, and connected with my own soul - and with the soul of the world. Then the sun rose behind the curtains of the still naked trees, and suddenly the intricate tangle of the branches looked like a set of primeval runes whose meaning is lost to us - runes written in the language of creation. Yet my soul was grasping the message, in a fundamentally different way from understanding as we usually mean it. I cannot even try and put all that in words but, well, I am posting this photo just hoping that it can somehow convey the message to you.
I have obtained this picture by blending a 5-exposure bracketing [-2.0/-1.0/0/+1.0/+2.0 EV] by luminosity masks with the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal exposure" shot), then I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4. I tried the inverted RGB blue channel technique described by Boris Hajdukovic as a possible final contribution to the processing, which especially improved the ploughed field in the foreground.
RAW files processed with Darktable.
2018,Osaka Japan.
My photos are not complete with just one photo. What matters is the relationship with other photographs. Therefore, I recommend you to view the following series. Please feel the city of Osaka through my photos,”OSAKA STREET FRAGMENTS” www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157719832072690
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There, users introduce photographers' photos and styles from a unique perspective. I want to know myself deeply. In addition to dialogue with oneself, the perspectives of others are also essential for self-understanding. In that sense, there is nothing more appropriate than "Testimonials." If you would take your precious time to tell me about me, I would like to say "Thank you!" from the bottom of my heart.
My series, “Something.”
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Koizumu Yagumo (小泉八雲) is a pseudonym of Patric Lafcadio Hearn (1850-1904) who was born in Lafcada island, Greece to an Irish father and a greek mother. He emigrated to the USA and worked as journalist. He came to Japan as correspondent, visited Matsue, had a Japanese wife from a Samurai family in Matsue, and lived in this Samurai house. Koizumi is the family name of his wife. Yagumo means Izumo province.
He cancelled the correspondent contract, worked as writer and English lecturer, naturalised to Japan and died in Tokyo.
He was a pioneer Japanologist who developed a deep understanding of Japanese cultures. His best known work is "Kwaidan (怪談 spooky stories)" which is a collection of Japanese folk tales on ghosts and spectres.
His former residence is now converted to a museum for his achievements.
The Hydrangeas did very well this year, although in general the heads are smaller probably due to the hot summer.
Now some have been dried and form a lovely dash of colour in the room.
Hydrangea, the name, comes from the Greek words "hydro" or water, and "angeion," or vase = water vase, they prefer a lot of water.
A very ancient plant, found in fossils going back thousands of years.
Flower lovers will know that there is a flower language.
Every sentiment is expressed in one form or another by delicate blooms.
Of course, even the experts disagree on the "true meaning" of many flowers and most have different meanings to different people.
So, while all flowers convey thoughtfulness and love, a gift of flowers for a special someone will always create its own personal meaning, too.
HYDRANGEA - Thank You for Understanding.
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My understanding of the habits of eagles has increased during the last few years of photographing them. One aspect I have noticed is they are pretty good about judging where they land although once in a while they will attempt to land on the very top of green trees in the warm months and their landing strip is too light to hold them.
This eagle looks like he is testing the strength of this branch. As adult eagles typically weigh between 10-14 pounds they do need a base that is fairly strong. Imagine putting a 10 pound bag of flour on a branch and it gives you an idea of what they need to feel safe.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Our local Baptist church, one of the old dissenters of the Reformation, the Protestant Left, if you will. This building, a simple hall, goes back to the 18th century. Religious dissent had always been dominant in our village - the Anglicans, the church not of but above the people, was pushed by landlords into the village. You can sit here and talk, and there are these playground items. What do you make of them? It is clear that this congregation is not simply offering spiritual deliverance to their own flock, they are rather offering a service to the whole community: there is a mother and toddler group, coffee mornings, meetings of the local history group and a dedicated service to the many (mainly Muslim) refugees in our village. If public "relevance" is a criterion for what a church parish should have, then the Baptists are relevant in our village. Relevant, but very small, and with an ever growing average age in the congregation. The plastic slides outside the entrance to the building become gate keepers - keeping out "irrelevance" or the fate that happened to the Methodists here, the closure of the church. Do people care? The property developers do, very much so. Leica M Mono, Voigtlander CS 2.2/50.
Lionel Richie & Diana Ross - My Endless Love
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HMAM
#HMMM
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In the UK, there is currently a new public interest in the history of the 16th century which is the period when England started to develop a distinct national identity. Part of this re-evaluation of its history is a new and possibly revisionist look at Henry the VIII and his policies. The permanent problem of the historian is to balance the necessity of understanding history on its own terms with applying a yardstick that is derived from today's cognitive repertoire. Applying the latter, Henry the Eighth would have to be called a serial killer, and his dissolution of the monasteries an act of kleptocracy. Further, the distribution of the loot to his supporters would have to be seen as a mafia-like criminal structure. However we look at things, the traces of the demolition organised by Henry VIII are still visible. As a consequence of the Reformation, Dunstable Priory was cut into pieces. Shown here is the cut-off point - right through the nave. Sony A7iii.
You have to be able to afford a Porsche and not necessarily park between piles of scrap metal.
Seen in the old town centre of Wetzlar
Finally 2016 has arrived! Jolly new year to everyone! Hope it will be another great 365 days for all of us! I have set some goals for myself this year and that is to be a better traveller, a better photographer ..... a better person in general :) less complaining, more understanding, more appreciative of things & ppl around me. Anything positive which I feel I can push myself beyond my limits, I will do my best. What's your new year resolution? ;)
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Ellinjaa Falls, Wooroonooran National Park, Millaa Millaa, Atherton Tablelands, Far North Queensland, Australia
The Shot
1 exposure shot (0 EV) in RAW with tripod
Camera :: Canon 5D Mark II
Lens :: Canon EF 17-40mm F/4L USM
Tripod :: Manfrotto 055XPROB with 322RC2 Head
Filter :: 0.6S GND + 0.6 ND Lee Filters
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Peace? check. Love? Got it. Understanding? Sometimes but not usually. Tolerance is more common, but Understanding is, understandably, hard to come by.
Sorry, not trying to preach. But I always try to tie my titles and stories in with my insatiable desire to drop pop culture references.
Deterior surdus eo nullus, qui renuit audire
Latin proverb
There are none so deaf as those who will not hear....
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