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Ce monument commémore l’une des dernières figures importantes des Lumières écossaises, le philosophe et professeur de philosophie morale à l’Université d’Édimbourg (de 1786 jusqu’à sa mort en 1828) : Dugald Stewart (1753-1828). Considéré comme l’un des plus grands philosophes de son temps, il a également enseigné l’économie, la philosophie naturelle, le grec et la logique et a été l’auteur de plusieurs ouvrages de philosophie, dont la philosophie de l’esprit humain. En 1792, Stewart publia Elements of the Philosophy of the Human Mind, un traité qui commence par une discussion sur la vue. Stewart, comme le philosophe David Hume (1711-76) avant lui, s’intéressait particulièrement à la perception comme moyen de comprendre le monde, croyant que l’on ne pouvait pas se concentrer sur tout mais se limitait à des détails spécifiques. Il était un disciple de l’école de philosophie scottish Common Sense fondée par Thomas Reid, dont il avait assisté aux conférences à l’Université de Glagow. Parmi les étudiants bien connus de Stewart, on compte Lord Palmerston, le futur premier ministre, James Mill, le philosophe, et Sir Walter Scott, le romancier et poète.
La Royal Society of Edinburgh a commandé le monument et choisi son site en 1830. Ce dernier a été achevé en Septembre 1831, trois ans après la mort de Stewart. Il a été conçu par l'architecte écossais William Henry Playfair. Le mémorial est basé sur le monument choragique de Lysicrate à Athènes. Il s’agit d’un temple circulaire de neuf colonnes corinthiennes cannelées autour d’une urne surélevée sur un podium circulaire et dispose d’un toit en forme de dôme peu profond, surmonté au centre d’une urne ouverte à plumes. Il dispose d’une clôture polygonale en fonte restaurée avec des piliers en pierre, ornés de couronnes. La forme du monument choragique d’Athènes était devenue plus largement connue grâce à son illustration dans les Antiquités d’Athènes de Stuart et Revett, publiées en 1762. Une version contemporaine du monument, le monument Burns de Thomas Hamilton (1830-32) peut être vu à proximité sur Regent Road.
This monument commemorates one of the last important figures of the Scottish Enlightenment, the philosopher and professor of moral philosophy at the University of Edinburgh (from 1786 until his death in 1828): Dugald Stewart (1753-1828). Considered one of the greatest philosophers of his time, he also taught economics, natural philosophy, Greek and logic and was the author of several philosophical works, including The Philosophy of the Human Mind . In 1792 Stewart published Elements of the Philosophy of the Human Mind, a treatise that begins with a discussion of sight. Stewart, like the philosopher David Hume (1711-76) before him, was particularly interested in perception as a means of understanding the world, believing that one could not focus on everything but was limited to specific details. He was a disciple of the Scottish Common Sense school of philosophy founded by Thomas Reid, whose lectures he had attended at the University of Glagow. Well-known students of Stewart include Lord Palmerston, the future Prime Minister, James Mill, the philosopher, and Sir Walter Scott, the novelist and poet.
The Royal Society of Edinburgh commissioned the monument and chose its site in 1830. It was completed in September 1831, three years after Stewart's death. It was designed by Scottish architect William Henry Playfair. The memorial is based on the Choragic Monument of Lysicrates in Athens. It is a circular temple of nine fluted Corinthian columns around a raised urn on a circular podium and has a shallow domed roof, surmounted in the center by an open feathered urn. It has a restored cast iron polygonal fence with stone pillars, adorned with crowns. The form of the Choragic Monument at Athens had become more widely known through its illustration in Stuart and Revett's Antiquities of Athens, published in 1762. A contemporary version of the monument, Thomas Hamilton's Burns Monument (1830-32) may be seen nearby on Regent Road.
“You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
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Introduction
The Word of God in the Last Days "God's Work, God's Disposition, and God Himself III" (Part Five)
God's words in this video are from the book "The Word Appears in the Flesh".
The content of this video:
9. Jesus Performs Miracles
1) Jesus Feeds the Five Thousand
2) The Resurrection of Lazarus Glorifies God
Almighty God says, "When the Lord Jesus brought Lazarus back from the dead, He used one line: “Lazarus, come forth.” He said nothing aside from this—what do these words represent? They represent that God can accomplish anything through speaking, including resurrecting a dead man. When God created all things, when He created the world, He did so with words. He used spoken commands, words with authority, and just like that all things were created. It was accomplished like that. This single line spoken by the Lord Jesus was just like the words spoken by God when He created the heavens and earth and all things; it equally held the authority of God, the ability of the Creator. All things were formed and stood fast because of words from God’s mouth, and just the same, Lazarus walked out from his tomb because of the words from the Lord Jesus’ mouth. This was the authority of God, demonstrated and realized in His incarnate flesh. This type of authority and ability belonged to the Creator, and to the Son of man in whom the Creator was realized. This is the understanding taught to mankind by God bringing Lazarus back from the dead."
If my understanding is correct this is a non-breeding adult. It bears a numbered metal leg band so is likely to come from a local breeding community. I have sought advice.
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Dont you ever wish you could see through it? Understand what you see?
But perhaps, the beauty lies in the not understanding. In wondering, looking, observing, in the curiosity.
Maybe we are not supposed to understand everything, only that we dont understand anything. I dont know. Because i dont know anything.
Uhm, welcome to my twisted brain. This is a really kind of old photo.. *and its kind of craapy, sorrynotsorry*.. But i lack enthusiasm in photographing when its dark and it snows and i have problems with my iphoto (all my photos are gone.... Temporarily but still) so yeah..
Uhm, yes. I bought a new dollie yesterday. She has not been shipped yet, but... My first bjd! Cant wait :D)))
she will come at this holiday sometime... sdnkjafghj
So yeah -im kind of inactive but i actually check your photostreams and stuff i just dont post anything..
Im doing a lot with my school and new schools after i 'graduate' from my elementary school *dont know your system* and my future and stuff so im kind of exhausted very often after school.
Hope you are doing great!
Im kind of better. I think it will be better on my next school.. In like, one and a half year. Wow. Its all so close and so unrealistic. Im turning fifteen this year, i mean, what?
“Despite the illusion of giving understanding, what seeing through photographs really invites is an acquisitive relation to the world that nourishes aesthetic awareness and promotes emotional detachment.”
― Susan Sontag, On Photography
"Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child."
- Buddha
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I don't know that I was ever as excited about a thick and obscuring fog as I was on this morning in Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park as I went along the Damnation Creek Trail. Nearly every turn greeted me with more jaw-dropping wonder and mystery. I'm not sure a smile left my face for hours. I've shared photos and a video from here already, and I will certainly continue to do so in coming weeks!
"Night and Day" is a popular song by Cole Porter.
It has been covered by dozens of artists. U2 among others for the 1990 compilation album Red Hot + Blue
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This is the Haus Des Rundfunks in Berlin designed by Hans Poelzig in 1929
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I'd like to thank our guide for its patience and understanding while I was there.
A series of AI-generated pictures of the extremely rare Harator (Lepus crocodilus) in the wild.
To be continued.
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The events that night in the parking lot changed me forever.
I used to look at things as so much more 'black and white.'
'The police were good' I thought.
And 'our government existed to serve and protect the people.'
There was a certain bliss in living with that ignorance.
One night shattered that and life itself would never be so simple again.
I knew that anyone could go bad.
I'd seen that before.
But the systematic coverup I was witness to...
that whacked my reality big time.
Since then I've made quite a few friends who happen to be cops.
I'd say that in my experience about half of them are an honor to the badge.
The other half...
you'd be shocked that they're nothing but another street gang bunch of thugs...
only they hide behind those badges and blue uniforms.
And they're authorized by the state to carry guns and use deadly force.
I don't think anything's ever offended me so much as seeing that bullshit up close.
It was like some fog was lifted and I saw what went on 'behind the curtain.'
That shit really shook me up.
I'm talking about people who've not only got no problem murdering someone...
but they've got the understanding and the means to get away with it.
There's more than a few people in prison who've been sent there wrongly convicted of crimes these guys have done.
They know how to pull it off.
The only thing that they really fear are the half of the cops who wouldn't tolerate that stuff.
The problem is that in some departments the ratio's pretty skewed.
Like Deadwood.
The whole place is filled with bad apples.
The stories I started to hear were unbelievable.
Witness intimidation.
Planting drugs.
Lying on police reports.
Giving false testimony.
And of course...
firebombing the garbage dumpster in front of my office.
I saw that one with my own eyes.
Or that phone call I got about the Police Commisioner's federal conviction for selling a couple of kilos of the white stuff.
The same guy that owned the bar that installed the illegal poker machines.
The ones that were all gone when the county went to raid his place because Iron Fist supposedly got tipped off and told him he'd better get rid of those things fast.
And I heard Iron Fist was pissed.
Not because his Police Commissioner had an illegal gambling operation going on in his town...
but because he'd kept it a secret from him.
Iron Fist kept secrets.
You didn't keep secrets from him.
There's some dark shadows on the other side of that 'thin blue line' and I'm telling you that I hope you never see them.
They get away with way too much.
They get away with murder.
The corruption is so endemic to the system that I have no faith at all that it can ever be eliminated.
There's a secret code.
If you've ever gotten a ticket and the cop thought you were an asshole all he had to do was to make sure that when he stapled your drivers lisense to the paperwork was that he put the staple through your picture.
The next cop that pulled you over knew right away that some other cop had a problem with you.
Because you had staple holes there on your license.
On your face.
That's the kind of shit that they do.
That's the 'code.'
One thing that they do better than anything though is to stick together.
'Professional courtesy' they call it.
In Chicago givin' another cop a ticket for DUI is an instant career dead end.
The older cops with more experience know how it works.
The young guys get sucked into it in order to prove themselves.
And to survive.
You gotta tow the line if you want backup to help you out in a timely manner when you call for it.
It's almost a rite of passage.
You don't pass the test...
you're gonna get your ass kicked on the streets or worse...
and no one's gonna drive really fast to help you out.
You'll be on your own.
Over the years the cops have developed an 'us or them' mentality.
They become jaded about the way it all works...
they socialize amongst themselves and the women who they call 'holster sniffers.'
They start to hate the legal system...
the judges and the prosecutors...
and then all of the sudden they're one of the 'bad apples.'
You hear about them every once in a while...
either they're busted by the feds or they're turned on by the guys around them because they pissed someone off.
You got no idea how bad it is really.
Not until you start hearin' what's going on 'off the record.'
You'll never sleep as well as you did before you heard the stories.
What makes it all worse is when corrupt politicians start to use the police as a 'personal army.'
That only makes everything dirtier.
The cops know that they're gonna get away with so much more when the guys above them are corrupt too.
That's the way it went in Deadwood.
Iron Fist used the police like they were his own little militia.
If he had a problem with you then you had yourself a problem with the cops.
And keepin' Iron Fist happy took precedence over 'law and order' any day of the week in Deadwood.
You got old Iron Fist pissed off at you that'd be a real quick end to your career in 'law enforcement.'
While Iron Fist ran the place the town was known as a really desirable place to live.
You didn't put a 'for sale' sign in front of your house if you wanted to sell it when he was in charge.
The old man would never tolerate that.
He had a list of people who wanted to live there and him and his cronies would figure out who they were gonna let buy your house.
They didn't want any 'undesirables' moving in.
And by 'undesirables' I mean black people.
Iron Fist thought that 'for sale' signs on people's homes made him look bad.
Dude should have been a cult leader the way he operated.
If you went around 'the system'...
and some people did because they felt that Iron Fist's little policy was cutting their profits on the sale of their homes...
Iron Fist would send the cops out late at night and snatch that 'for sale' sign right out of your front yard.
The guys I talked to said 'Secret Squirrel' was always up for the job.
He was the guy that drove around with the trunk full of machine guns.
The Village was sued in federal court for the practice by real estate agents and the Village lost on First Ammendment grounds...
but they still kept doing it.
Iron Fist reduced the police to commonon thievery.
For a lot of them I think that was the line that they'd first crossed into the corruption that soiled the place.
Kind of like a little 'initiation' into the way things were done in Deadwood.
They wanted to make damn sure no 'undesirables' were ever hired on to the police department too.
They asked applicants to provide a picture of themselves with their applications.
You better not have a dark complection if you wanted to get a job there.
The thing that really made everything so corrupt was that the Chief would always end up with a big old bag of dirt on Iron Fist...
just as much as Iron Fist'd end up with a big old bag of dirt on the Chief.
The relationships never seemed to last too long because Iron Fist knew the game better than any of the clowns he'd make Chief.
He'd take 'em down before they really became a threat.
When Skeevy left there to run another department it wasn't too long before the feds were all over his ass.
It was Skeevy who'd installed the guy that'd become the next Chief...
'Chief Hotdog.'
The one I sent the 'nutcracker' letter to.
Where I told him 'I was gonna squeeze his balls until they popped.'
The letter I had to read in front of the jury with all the good stuff blacked out.
Man I really thought I was gonna be charged with some serious felonies for that action.
Even my lawyer said he was worried about it.
'You don't go around writing that kind of stuff down' he said 'say whatever you want but you don't write letters like that and send them to the Chief of Police signed with your name.'
Fortunately the statute of limitations has run out on that one and I ain't got no problems that way.
I really tortured poor Chief Hotdog...
got inside his head and fucked with him big time.
The way I saw it he deserved it.
I mean... he was the boss... and he coudda done something to make things right for me and my family.
He was given the chance to do the right thing.
They all were.
But when he came out lying to the media about what happened that night and defended the actions of his street thug cops I knew I was goin' after his ass any way I could.
Right after the case against my wife was thrown out Chief Hotdog resigned.
Of course The Kid said it had nothin' to do with the bungling of that case...
and insiders said it was because he didn't do really well at fundraising for The Kid politically...
but I didn't care.
He was just one more corrupt motherfucker that I had in my crosshairs that went down in flames.
Whatever it was it ended his career.
The department went without a Chief for a few months and everyone speculated on who was gonna be named Chief Hotdog's successor.
I was shakin' the place up with allegations about the use of the contaminated well but that was all kinda behind the scenes...
the media or the feds hadn't picked up on it just yet.
When The Kid appointed the new Chief, me and The Mole both let out a collective gasp at the same time.
He appointed a woman who used to run the water department.
Terry Stewbauer.
I couldn't believe it.
It was such an obvious payoff and anyone in the know could see that right away.
It was blatant.
The Kid wasn't just 'ball-less' he seemed to be brainless too.
That was the first time I knew I really had those assholes and I knew I had them good.
They knew the feds were comin' sooner or later because I wasn't letting up and appointing Stewbauer as the new Chief of Police was a sort of premptory strike.
They wanted to keep her quiet and they wanted to keep her loyal...
put her on the 'short leash.'
I think she was scared shitless about what was comin' down the line and thinkin' about makin' a deal herself with the federales.
The Kid appointing her as the new Chief was probably a confidence builder for the woman.
She was working part time as a detective for the department before she was appointed Chief and I'd heard she wasn't a bad cop.
But she knew the truth about the use of the contaminated well and I knew that in appointing her that The Kid was hoping she'd never tell that truth to anyone.
Especially the feds.
I heard that her husband was a convicted drug dealer who was sitting in prison at the time she was appointed as the new Chief too.
She couldn't have been a very good detective if she didn't know that the old man was dealin' drugs out of her house.
Or she was a very corrupt detective.
Take your pick.
She was working as the Chief of Police in Deadwood when she was indicted on something like twenty three felony counts by the US Attorney.
She had to surrender her gun and her firearm owners identification card to the feds right after that.
Deadwood gave her a paid 'leave of absence' so now she gets paid for doing nothing.
Except takin' a fall for Iron Fist and his crew and keeping some serious secrets.
Of course they're paying her legal bills too.
I can't believe they get away with that shit but they do.
If I was a reporter I'd tear 'em a new one over that story.
I guess that made her the second Chief of Police that I'd end up takin' down in a row over this whole thing.
The Mole once pointed out that 'fucking with you doesn't seem to be a really good career move.'
We shared a good laugh over that one.
I was makin' enemies there almost as fast as I'm known to make friends.
And I was using the enemies of my enemy pretty effectively too.
That's why I'd reached out to Congressman Bobby Rush.
Krista'd made the introduction.
I'd read that when Rush was first elected to Congress that Iron Fist was pretty pissed off that now a black man would be representing Deadwood in Congress.
He was quoted in the newspapers saying that he wanted to secceed from the congressional district because 'there was no way that that man could represent the white ethnics of Deadwood.'
That comment really pissed off Congressman Rush and I don't think he ever forgot it.
Or forgave it.
I remember thinking 'this guy will really be a help in nailing Iron Fist to the cross' and I was right.
Congressman Rush and I are not the kind of guys who you'd ever accuse of seeing 'eye to eye' politically but we had a common enemy in Iron Fist and that's all it takes in Illinois politics... or politics in general to gain a strong ally.
I remember the Congressman pulling me out of a big meeting saying that he wanted me to get in front of the cameras with him and talk to the press.
Right after he'd given the best political speech I've ever had the great pleasure to witness.
I'm telling you I swear he channeled the spirit of a baptist preacher from the deep south of the seventies on that one.
I think the Congressman wanted Iron Fist to see him with his arm around me there smiling.
Kinda like twisting the knife if you know what I mean.
I also remember the Fox News reporter with that tight sweater and the most amazing pair of tits I'd ever seen...
I thought it was pretty funny that I'm standing next to a Congressman with about a half a dozen tv cameras in my face blowin' the lid on Iron Fist and his dirty and despicable deeds and I can't take my eyes off of this woman's rack.
I'm usually not like that...
but damn... the combination of that sweater and her upper body were a work of freakin' art...
a thing of incredible beauty.
That moment was the closest I'd ever come to feeling a woman up on live tv.
I'm glad the Congressman did most of the talking.
When I watched myself on tv that night I looked like a really honest guy lookin' right into the camera like that.
Only me and God knew where I was really looking though.
And I blame the whole thing on God anyway.
That was not the work of some plastic surgeon...
and if it was, then it was God that gave him that talent...
so I still blame God and I think he'd be honored that I do.
I felt like dirt for thinkin' that way there though.
Iron Fist and his shenanigans killed people.
Innocent people that had no idea that they were drinking that cancer water.
There were so many people with cancer there at that meeting.
I shook their hands and I hugged them.
I looked into their eyes and I listened to their stories.
And it all got me even more pissed off at what those assholes did.
Yeah... there was a certain selfish satisfaction in the imminent crucifiction of the people who'd hurt my family...
but more and more I was beginning to find myself taking up the crusade to bring these guys to justice not just for what they'd done to me and my family...
but for what they'd done to the people that trusted them.
They had to pay for what they'd done and it seemed like I was the only one with the balls and the motivation and the understanding of the situation to keep driving them towards justice.
And now I had some powerful people on my side.
Rush had called Eric Holder, the US Attorney General from the meeting and told him what was going on.
Shit was getting stirred up alright.
I was excited.
I'd seen enough in that parking lot and in the days after to know that they were soul-less and corrupt and I wanted to show everyone that.
I wanted revenge ever since that night.
There was a battle going on inside of my soul by this time.
And I found myself slowly letting the whole concept of revenge go.
More than anything...
I really wanted justice.
And I wanted it for the frail thirty eight year old woman I'd just hugged who had cancer all over her body and was sick right there from all of the chemo...
I wanted justice for her.
They had no right to do that to another human being.
Iron Fist and his whole crew hadda go down for this.
From the series 'There's Something in the Water' here on Flickr... www.flickr.com/photos/light_seeker/sets/72157627041317913...
The Canadian Pacific signal maintainer gives the office to approaching train 484, that all is well at the grade crossing and 9617's engineer responds in kind.
CP Train 484
Richwood, WI.
Autumn 2013
Забытая страсть
Пока я бродил по болоту, нагруженный громоздким фотообордованием, неожиданное зрелище вырвало меня из моей текущей реальности. Среди мрачной торфяной местности я наткнулся на кучу старых ржавых охотничьих гильз.
В это мгновение на меня нахлынули воспоминания о забытой страсти к охоте в моей молодости , наполнив мои мысли ностальгией и стыдом. Как будто я смотрел на две версии себя — прошлое и настоящее — пораженный резким контрастом в мировоззрении . Это как текущая река в которой все постоянно обновляется , а то что принесет течение одновременно зависит и не зависит от тебя.
Это зажгло во мне обновленное понимание, которое созвучно с убеждением, что каждое живое существо обладает неотъемлемым правом на жизнь. Размышляя об этом, я думаю о взаимосвязанности всех живых существ и нашей ответственности за сохранение их существования.
И если порой кажутся ничтожными твои усилия , то я всегда понимаю, что в потоке бурной реки сходятся даже мельчайшие капли, обретая силу в единстве.
А.Суховский
Украина .Киев
Forgotten Passion
As I wandered through the swamp, loaded down with bulky photo gear, an unexpected sight pulled me out of my current reality. Among the gloomy peatland, I came across a bunch of old rusty hunting shells.
In that moment, memories of the forgotten passion for hunting in my youth flooded over me, filling my thoughts with nostalgia and shame. It was as if I was looking at two versions of myself—past and present—struck by the stark contrast in worldview. It's like a flowing river in which everything is constantly updated, and what the current will bring at the same time depends and does not depend on you.
It ignited in me a renewed understanding that is consonant with the conviction that every living being has an inalienable right to life. In thinking about this, I think about the interconnectedness of all living beings and our responsibility to keep them alive.
And if sometimes your efforts seem insignificant, then I always understand that even the smallest drops converge in the flow of a stormy river, gaining strength in unity.
A . Sukhovsky
Ukraine, Kiev
[si,mi sono fatta un regalo,anzi due! uno piccolo piccolo,e l'altro grande e luminosissimo *-*]
Hello, my name is Chichiro
'Caring'
My spirit is thoughtful and understanding.
You show my caring spirit in your thoughtfulness and your desire to understand. By always seeking to consider and connect, you let others know that you care.
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And now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don't hurt me
You're what I couldn't find
A totally amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You're everything to me
Oh, my life
Is changing everyday
In every possible way
And oh, my dreams
It's never quite as it seems
'Cause you're a dream to me
Dream to me
Lacul Morii-Bucharest city-Koboron 28 F2,8
Not the brand or technique is important in photographic art, but the understanding of the things behind the photographed subjects, the emotion, the composition, the joy or the sadness, the life itself that is mysteriously coming unrepeatable as a gift.
(Horia Stanicel)
Nu aparatul foto sau tehnica este importantă în arta fotografică, ci înțelegerea lucrurilor care stau în spatele subiectelor fotografiate,emoția, compoziția, bucuria sau tristețea, viața însăși care vine tainic irepetabil ca un dar.
(Horia Stanicel)
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Yes I'm back again.
However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
So make the most of me before they delete my acount: www.flickr.com/photos/69558134@N05/?details=1, to stop me complaining!!
Bertie and Sky were sitting on the sofa in their favourite place happily chatting away when Posh Bear sat down beside them.
“How are you guys today?” Asked Posh.
“We’re good thanks, Posh.” Replied Bertie.
“Posh, do you understand hoomans?” Asked Sky, with a hopeful look on his face.
“No, I don’t think there is an animal around that understands hoomans, why do you ask?”
“Well, Bertie and me were talking about it.” Replied Sky.
“That should be Bertie and I, Sky.” Corrected Posh.
“I don’t think so Posh, we have never spoken about what Sky and me were talking about.” Said Bertie defending his best friend.
“Okay, so why do you wish to know about hoomans?” Asked Posh giving up on the grammar.
“It was just an observation Posh; we were trying to work out if hoomans and clocks were related at one time.” Explained Bertie.
“Hoomans and clocks?” Said Posh scratching his head with his paw.
“Yes, we thought they might be related, or even that they may be in battle against one another.” Said Sky looking at Bertie.
“Why do you think that? I mean what do they have in common with one another?” Asked Posh still confused.
“Lots of things Posh.” Said Sky readily.
“Yes, they both have faces, they both have two hands, they often both have feet, and only the other week I heard the man talking about his ticker and clocks have them too.” Said Bertie nodding as he explained.
“Yes, and there is more too, Posh. Hoomans seem to live their life governed by time and clocks, as if they are confused but still fighting against time, like for ever.” Added Sky.
“There is also the fact that hoomans have tried to remove the face from clocks and also have taken their hands and ticks away on many new clocks, so they are just numbers. We find all this very strange.” Said Bertie firmly and looking at Sky in agreement.
“So, so what do you have to say about that Posh? Are we right?” Asked Sky seemingly desperate for his reply.
“Well, I agree that it all fits together and I suppose time was invented my hoomans, but I don’t think there is a real connection there.”
“How can you say that Posh? Hoomans are fascinated by time, they always want to look backwards and forwards into the future. Is that because they are not happy with the present?” Asked Bertie.
“I don’t know, and I don’t think you’ll ever find the answers chaps, let us change the subject and talk about something we do understand like honey?” Said Posh gently.
“Posh, do you think that if clocks were soft and fluffy like us, and were good listeners that never betrayed a secret, that were always there to listen and love their hooman, do you think they could replace us bears?” Asked Bertie.
Posh smiled softly at his friends as he shook his head.
“Now that I can be sure about, hoomans love us bears just as we love them and there is nothing, not even time, that will replace that bond we have between us. It is often forged just after the birth of a hooman, and goes deep down, it will last for ever.”
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Verily! In the creation of the heavens and the earth, and in the alternation of night and day, and the ships which sail through the sea with that which is of use to mankind, and the water (rain) which Allâh sends down from the sky and makes the earth alive therewith after its death, and the moving (living) creatures of all kinds that He has scattered therein, and in the veering of winds and clouds which are held between the sky and the earth, are indeed signs (of Allah's Sovereignty) for people of understanding.
Taken: Nanga Parbat 8,126 m from broad View Point, Fairy meadows, Pakistan.
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Kupira Akisame, a woman from the country in the far east known as Japan, was someone with a childhood nobody would everwish upon their own children. born from a Yakuza and an outcasted shrine maiden, her life consisted of running and never looking back. This all changed when Kupira met a strange, old man while she was fleeing from yet another attempt at her life.
Understanding the sitation, the man took her in and taught her everything he knew. Kupira was an adept learner and within the 15 until his death that she spent with the old man, Kupira learned to master various martial arts, weapon techniques, acupuncture and also became a very adept smith and crafter. It was also during this time that she met her future boss and best friend, Proctor Origin, and discovered she too was a soulcaster.
After her sensei's death, Kupira took on his surname and vowed to use her skills to vanquish demons alongside Proctor. Currently, she is also responsible for teaching Jabberwock the neccesary skills in life...
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Traversing the former Missouri Pacific River Subdivision at my favorite curve in Levasy, MO is a UCEX coal train.
From my understanding, these will become increasingly rare or extinct on this line due some trackage rights deal with BNSF on the Jeff City Sub. Feel free to elaborate in the comments as I don't know the full scoop of the situation.
I saw this guy sitting on the high line for five minutes, then get lit up all the way to Congo. Thankfully I made it with three minutes to spare. Could've been a bit cleaner, but oh well. High-headlight aces are one of my favorite motors.
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a story of Human Rights ... San Jacinto ... Peter Gabriel
Please do not add me as a contact without commenting or faving my photos. A non commenting contact is not what I desire. I will not follow a 'non commenter' and will delete contacts who don't comment. If you add me as a contact please feel free to make any thoughtful comment you wish. Faving a photo will be considered a comment. Thanks for understanding, sharing thoughts and ideas is what I would like to get out of flickr.
DOG LOVER.
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There are two types of people who are animal lovers.
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Type-1: (THE DOG PARENT)
1. Get a super expensive dog from a kennel.
2. Spend bucket loads of money on the dog.
3. Hire a trainer to teach the dog to sit nd shit
4. Click wonderful pictures of it in various cute angles
5. Post it on insta & other social platforms and become famous
6. Detest the strays.
7. Doesn't let his / her dog to even get near one, and if a stray innocently comes to play with your dog.. You say, 'Oh no you don't' and hit the stray with a rock.
8. Spend thousands on your dog food, but wouldn't spend 10 bucks for a biscuit packet when ur having tea outside to feed the strays.
9. If at all u decide to play with the strays.. U ll touch them with the tip of your finger, take bucket load of pics, rush back home to wash your hands.. Whereas u don't mind kissing ur dogs tongue which has been in every place of its body..
10. And u d call yourself a proud dog parent and a dog lover.
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Type-2: (THE DOG LOVER)
1. You adopt a dog which is craving for love nd care.
2. You care for it, nurture it, feed it and love the poor lil thing.
3. You teach it by actually talking to it. And the dog actually starts understanding your language.
4. Click wonderful pictures of it in various cute angles
5. Post it on insta & other social platforms and become famous
6. You love any dog that passes by you.
7. You basically become their pide piper and they can really sense the love and they blindly follow you.
8. You feed them whenever and wherever with whatever you have
9. You play with the strays as if you are their master and give them the same love you give your dog.
10. Now the world calls you a dog lover!!
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"The understanding of the self is the beginning of the cessation of isolation, and therefore of loneliness." -J. Krishnamurti
"What is important, then, is not to overcome loneliness, but to understand it, and we cannot understand it if we do not face it, if we do not look it directly, if we are continually running away from it. And our whole life is a process of running away from loneliness, is it not? In relationship we use others to cover up loneliness; our pursuit of knowledge, our gathering of experience, everything we do, is distraction, an escape from the emptiness."
From the book 'On Love and Loneliness' by J. Krishnamurti
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Yes I'm back again.
However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
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Priest and adepts of the temple of thunder (Benin)
The Thunder Temple is a sacred place devoted to Hevioso, the powerful god of thunder, justice, and fertility in Vodun tradition.
Known as the bringer of storms and balance, Hevioso's might is said to strike like lightning, both metaphorically and literally.
In this spiritual practice, those struck by lightning are considered to have been directly touched by the god. Some believe it is a sign of punishment, while others see it as a divine calling.
The Thunder Temple is not just a place of worship; it’s a gateway to understanding the Vodun belief system, where nature’s fury is seen as sacred and life is deeply intertwined with the elements.
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