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This little hidden gem had sent me a few mile hike in the wrong direction the first time I tried. Hard to believe this is only a stones throw from the famous Giants Causeway but yet many people walk straight past it unknowingly
Excerpt from pechluck.com:
Kusama has always been very bold and unapologetic in her feminism and sexual liberation. But there’s also a feeling of whimsy and energy with these yellow polka dots.
“A polka-dot has the form of the sun, which is a symbol of the energy of the whole world and our living life, and also the form of the moon, which is calm,” says Kusama. “Round, soft, colourful, senseless and unknowing. Polka-dots become movement … Polka dots are a way to infinity.”
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Wishing you all a happy monday and a great week ahead!
My friend, Don Iannone mentioned this link after visiting this picture about a book called 'dark nights of the soul', and I liked this paragraph from it:
"The dark night of the soul provides a rest from the hyperactivity of the good times and the strenuous attempts to understand yourself and to get it all right. During the dark night there is no choice but to surrender control, give in to unknowing, and stop and listen to whatever signals of wisdom might come along. It's a time of enforced retreat and perhaps unwilling withdrawal. The dark night is more than a learning experience; it's a profound initiation into a realm that nothing in the culture, so preoccupied with external concerns and material success, prepares you for."
...So dont fear the darkness!
Jack looking longingly out of the back windows as the rain sets in for the afternoon in Wick. Despite his sad looking appearance, which to the unknowing eye might look like a dog who's not been out today, Jack had a massive walk earlier this morning and had a plod around off his lead doing the head burying/snuffling thing he does in long grass tufts. He got thoroughly soaked and has been asleep most of the rest of the morning!!
After the battle of Plassey between the British East India company and the Bengal Subah and their French allies, Colonel Robert Clive and Mir Jafar Ali Khan would meet at the British camp in Daudpur. It was here that both men would unknowingly decide the fate of the Indian subcontinent. Mir Jafar was originally one of the Nawab of Bengal, Siraj ud-Daulah, generals until he decided to defect to the British. The British would reward his loyalty by making him the new Nawab of Bengal and he would have Siraj executed. However they would soon realize that he used them in order to secure his own power. Mir Jafar would try to reach out to the Dutch to drive the British out as he saw them as an existential threat. This would fail and he would lose his power entirely. The state of Bengal would become territory ruled by the British East India Company. The British were the sole European power on the Indian sub continent and for the next 100 years would conquer the many states making up modern day India and Pakistan today.
This was heavily based on the iconic painting by Francis Hayman. I always thought the British conquest of India was interesting as it involved an island thousands of miles away conquering an entire civilization and redefining it. I might do more builds and scenes related to it in the future. Also, I did not realize this until after I took the picture that the British flag is slightly inaccurate as its the flag of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and not the Kingdom of Great Britain.
I mentioned yesterday that I drifted unknowingly into a family of ducks while shooting other shoreline things. Here is one of the first shots I took, surprisingly (at least to me) SOOC. I think if a curator of a natural history museum was setting up a diorama, he could not have created a better scene. What I did not know at the time was that Mother Duck had three other rather mature children on the other side making her position on the log perfect for overseeing safe-keeping. I have a very nice series of them all together dabbling and swimming calmly away from the log and me. Unfortunately, the ridiculously small size of comment photos doesn't make it worthwhile for you the viewer...a distinct irritant indeed.
[Much better large of course...}
Life's becoming drab. Work, work and more work. No time to click. Who in his wildest dreams coined the term 'Work-Life balance'? It doesn't really seem to exist for me. Today, I clicked after a long time. And my mind's gone really rusty. Took me an hour to come up with this crap.
Thanks to USAPatriot for unknowingly bringing me to trust Mr. Finepix again.
And to Cafrine, for clicking the most amazing water drops, which inspired me to click this one.
Title Dedication : David Bowie
Hi Mary:
Your nesting pictures are beautiful....but. I never take a nesting picture. I do it for the same reason some publications ban those pictures. I think Flickr should do the same as well. Here is the reason:
Nesting shots look beautiful. They attract viewer's attention. They are comparatively easy to shoot, once you know the nest location. So a ban on nesting images may look unfair to some. It is indeed unfair to photographers who are robbed of a chance to showcase their talent. But to the birds, it is lease of life itself!
Nesting is the most critical time in a bird's life. Right from the nest-building activity up to the time when their offspring have left the nest for good, the birds are quite sensitive to intrusions. Birds are known to abandon their nests & eggs if they feel threatened. Shooting nesting images can reveal the nest's camouflaged location or lead predators to the nest.
Therefore shooting a nest picture is fraught with danger for the birds. Publishing a nest picture is even more trouble for the poor birds because many others can get 'motivated' to shoot such nice image! Even if the photographer does not reveal location of the nest while publishing the image, some local photographers can always guess it. You are not the only birder in your town, are you?
I Have Taken Precautions!
We see some photographers argue that they have taken sufficient precautions while shooting a nesting image. That they have used covers & hides, have kept safe distance, they did not harm the birds or their surroundings. We of course respect their claims, but do not have the means to verify any of such claims. At least some percentage of such claims are likely to be false. The photographer may have caused harm either knowingly or unknowingly. Therefore we have no alternative but to ban all nesting images without prejudice to the photographer's integrity and expertise.
When in Doubt...
Sometimes, it may not be crystal clear from an image whether it is a nesting pic or not. The photographer claims it is not, but other experienced birders think it might be a nesting pic. The bird should always get benefit of doubt in such cases. The photographer can click thousand other images and post them on any forum. Photographer won't lose much even if he/she removes one image. But the bird stands to lose a lot if it is a nesting site.
So the photographer will not lose much if he/she willingly removes such doubtful image from the forum, if it is suspected of being a nesting image. On the contrary the member will earn respect from a sincere community of birders. The community will be thankful to him/her for not putting his/her ego before the birds' welfare.
So We Delete...
In cases where the member fails to remove such image due to any reason, the admins may decide to delete it from the forum. Such deletion should not be taken as admin's disapproval of claims (of precaution or of the pic being not a nesting) made by the member. The image may be deleted simply to err on side of birds' welfare, rather than a member's right of posting content. The deletion is not a comment on integrity & expertise of the member.
I found a new favorite quote!
“Those who travel with the current will always feel they are good swimmers, [and] those who swim against the current may never realize they are better swimmers than they imagine.” - Shankar Vedantam
There are times where we must fight harder to be different from the rest, but it's that fight that makes us unknowingly stronger.
A reminder that I badly needed.
You can get this print here .
There were no dreams; growing up. I was the leaf; blown about by an autumn wind; drifting free yet shackled; restrictions imposed unknowingly hampering the dreaming; the purpose of all.
on pollenca's main square, under the scrutiny of the sun, two jehovah's witnesses become accidental philosophers. their countenances are an open book of contrasts, juxtaposed with the question "how did life begin?" sprawled across the literature cart beside them. one leans in, earnest and contemplative, the other sits back, skeptical, their silent debate as profound as the question they unknowingly pose to passersby. in the play of their expressions, in the quiet of their stance, the irony is not lost — life's beginnings discussed in unspoken words, on a bench of reflections.
Me and a Friend venture out to the great state of Missouri unknowing what trains were in store for us.
A Deep Hug and Hearfelt thank you to my Friend Emma for playing along
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Emma Picioli, accettando l'invito della sua amica Cadence a venire per un po 'di berretto da notte dopo il ballo, inavvertitamente prende una scorciatoia attraverso un giardino misterioso che ha trovato vicino al cottage della sua amica.
Inconsapevolmente, il gemello del suo amico, Craig, usa quest'area come un parco giochi dove sua sorella e lui hanno giocato le loro numerose varianti di giochi di ruolo nel corso degli anni.
Questa sera, aspettandosi che sua sorella Cadence attraversi i giardini mentre si reca al cottage, Craig è in attesa di farla strada e interpretare un ladro con l'intento di eseguire una rapina di ruolo della sua preda.
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Emma Picioli, accepting her friend Cadence’s invite to come over for a bit of a night cap after the ball, Inadvertently takes a shortcut through a mystery garden she found near her friend’s cottage.
Unknowingly , Her friend’s twin, Craig, uses this area as a playground where his sister and him have played their many variations of role playing games over the years.
This evening, expecting his sister Cadence to come through the gardens on her way to the cottage, Craig is laying in wait to waylay her and play a thief with the intent of performing a role play robbery of his prey.
In anticipation of the events that will take place in the autumn and winter of this year, I think about the good and art anyway. You can enjoy beauty forever and ever. It's a gift got us from above. Why not use it, in this difficult and transitional time. Just relax and realize everything is fickle and fickle, but there are things that have existed before us and that will exist after us. And we are unknowingly part of them.
In yesterday's image, the early light was muted by the clouds, but it produced some wonderful colors in those clouds and atmosphere. On this particular sunrise shoot, we actually had some clear skies and the light illuminated everything that it touched. Those polar bears turned golden as the morning sunlight basked upon them. It was so very beautiful.
I kept thinking that my settings had somehow been adjusted unknowingly. LOL. But it was simply not the case. We watched as this mother and her cub traveled along the spit and ultimately stopped and played for our lenses a bit. I just simply couldn't believe how each of the days and the trips ventured out to see the bears were so very different than the earlier one ... or the next ... or any of them for that matter. :-)
Yes, we had some amazing bears, some wonderful photo ops, fabulous weather, great company, and a guide & boat captain that always seemed to know just how to get us in the right place at the right time. Who could ask for more? :-)
I have SO many polar bear images, but remember that this trip came on the heels of our annual trip to Alaska, so I will take a break from the polar bears right now ... but rest assured, they'll be back for many posts. But before anything else, I'm trying out my skills on the autumn-kissed landscape of North Carolina. Hopefully, the colors waited for me. :-)
Thanks for stopping by to view and especially for sharing your thoughts and comments.
© 2015 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. In life, even the smallest gestures can carry profound meaning. Simple acts of kindness, moments of generosity, and brief encounters with others can ripple far beyond what we perceive. There’s a mystery in the everyday—the possibility that our actions may have a greater impact than we realize. What seems ordinary can be touched by the extraordinary, and in our openness to others, we may unknowingly engage in something transformative.
The moon is risen, beaming,
The golden stars are gleaming
So brightly in the skies;
The hushed, black woods are dreaming,
The mists, like phantoms seeming,
From meadows magically rise.
How still the world reposes,
While twilight round it closes,
So peaceful and so fair!
A quiet room for sleeping,
Into oblivion steeping
The day's distress and sober care.
Look at the moon so lonely!
One half is shining only,
Yet she is round and bright;
Thus oft we laugh unknowing
At things that are not showing,
That still are hidden from our sight.
Double exposure over expired
Tesco ISO 400 film (Repackaged Solaris colour fg400)
Original pictures were taken summer 2002 by my sister, and unknowingly double exposed by myself in november 2024.
This and the pictures posted over the next few days are an exploration of our past that has forced us to confront some difficult truths.
Please see the album description for a more in-depth explanation.
A few weeks earlier, I was lopping off the lower pine branches, unknowingly I scared the heck out of the mommy cardinal in a nest a foot away (and she really startled and scared me, too, with her loud fluttering and screaming). Surprisingly, she came back and built another nest a few feet away. I got to watch for the first time this amazing event. I did not take as many pictures, afraid the neighbors think I was strange standing on a 6-ft ladder in my front yard, with cars driving by. :). Who needs pride, anyway, when you're a die-hard Flickr photographer? :)
I changed from the original title "The Three Tenors", because it's not as original (somebody else already used it); and the pitch these babies make is much closer to soprano. :)
Explore: #354/285, March 29, 2009
Oh, end of the week, it's nice to see ya.
Today was long. I'm tired...this is the result.
I know i'm going to wake up tomorrow morning, look at this, and wonder...was I unknowingly on something?
It's just something completly different, and well...yeah.
I'm rambling. (:
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sorry i have to upload this again but today i updated it and i like it far better this way. (because it is far less about my face.)
and because this day was one of the best days of the entire year. i can't tell why right now but i will.
today i didn't become a butterfly but a chrysalis. i feel like i was a caterpillar for far too long and now - finally - i can see that i'm on my way of becoming a butterfly. becoming colorful and free.
thank you so much for all those who knowingly and unknowingly pushed me into the right direction.
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Another one! The rain drops are totally made from cardboard.
So many things happened today!!!!!!!!!!
But I want to talk about my photo because this "everyday" project had been all about that creative process. And this space had somehow turned into a journal of some sorts. So here goes...
The crop. I was so comfortable with the 16:9 crop that this is me breaking out of that mold. To let go of what's comfortable for me.
I used to want to have that certain color tone, that certain style that I've been boxing myself so much by trying to please other people's taste/expectations.
Unknowingly, trying to get out of that habit is a lot harder than it seems. I've come to realize that to be stuck in a certain style is a problem of its own.
Now I fully understand what Gary Panter (2012 interview) meant when he said: “Don’t worry about a style. It will creep up on you and eventually, you will have to undo it in order to go further.”
This constant evolving process happens because I'm also growing as a person. And to not grow is not growing at all.
And for those that understand, thank you. I'm doing this for you.
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Also, my wrist is better! (Thank you for your kind regards, I really appreciate it) I had someone fixed it earlier. It's getting better now, tomorrow it'll be all gooood. :D
And while doing my last errand for the day - groceries, the supermarket had a blackout and they didn't have lights back on for 30 mins or so. So I did shopping in the dark, it's like a scavenger hunt at a grocery store pitched black. Lol Definitely another tick on the unknown bucket list.
Catch up with you tomorrow. It's been a long day.
Please take care! ❤️
"We who long to rest from strife
Labour sternly as a duty;
But a magic in your life
Charms, unknowing of its beauty."
~Rilke, Childhood~
Mechthild of Magdeburg: God Is Hopelessly in Love
In season eight of Turning to the Mystics, James Finley points to the guidance Mechthild of Magdeburg offers to people in relationship with God:
We turn to the guidance that Mechthild of Magdeburg offers in The Flowing Light of the Godhead. Through what we know about her life, she’s mentoring us and modeling for us this Christlike life. Mystics such as Teresa of Ávila, John of the Cross, and the author of the Cloud of Unknowing all share their way as mystically awakened Christians. They try to offer guidance to help us discern our awakening, with instructions such as how to recognize our awakening starting, how to conduct ourselves, and so on. Mechthild doesn’t do that….
Mechthild shares this deepening love between herself and God, but she doesn’t share it by talking about it. She lets us in on it with the language of intimacy and bears witness to it. As we read her book, insofar as we’re touched by the beauty of what she’s saying about the deepening of this love, we’re being guided by her. The very fact that we’re touched by it and its beauty reveals that we’re also being drawn into this love—or we wouldn’t be touched by it. That’s how she guides us. That’s the intimacy of her teaching.
Finley describes how we might connect with Mechthild’s emphasis on love:
"In a way, Mechthild is playing a violin with just one string on it, which is love. But the more we listen to it, it’s the beauty of the whole orchestra. It’s the beauty that permeates the reverberations of all the various aspects of this. Even though she just stays on point, never leaving this love, she makes stunning statements about love. We wonder, “Where did that come from, seriously?” When we sit with her, we learn these endless variations are unfolding in us. It’s endlessly evocative and she helps us to be sensitized to surrendering ourselves over to that flow of love….
God says to her that he’s so freely chosen to be so hopelessly in love with her, that he quite honestly doesn’t know if he could handle being God without her. And she says back to God, “Take me home with you. I’ll be your physician forever!” [1] The power of these words is that, as we’re reading them, we know they are true of us. We know that God has freely chosen to be so hopelessly in love with us, and that God doesn’t know if God can handle being God without us in our brokenness…. It circulates back around, and we give back to God the gift that God longs for, which is us!...
To sit with Mechthild and to read her is to be taken by the beauty of what she says. It is to sit in silence and ask God to deepen our capacity to realize how the love of which she speaks is already unfolding within us, and how to be faithful to that, and to carry it through the day."
[1] Mechthild, The Flowing Light of the Godhead 3.2.
Adapted from James Finley and Kirsten Oates, “Turning to Mechtild of Magdeburg,” in Turning to the Mystics, season 8 (Albuquerque, NM: Center for Action and Contemplation, 2023), podcast, MP3 audio.
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Normally I would shoot a hummingbird faster than 1/400th. of a second, but I was standing at the far edge of our driveway, taking pictures of something else, and when I turned around I saw a hummer at the feeder. I knew I was too far away to get a good shot, with no time to change the shutter speed, but I just figured ' What the heck' and clicked away anyway. (Sometimes being OCD pays off!)
A relatively slow shutter speed, at a distance, isn't really a winning formula for a good hummer shot.
I just got reeeeally lucky! ; ) I must have (unknowingly) aimed directly at his eye in order to get a salvageable picture out of this tight a crop. When I saw this in the back of the camera, I crossed my fingers and hoped like crazy that it would turn out like this. I think it looks like he's treading water in some kind of green 'bokeh pond'! ; )
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★☆★☆★☆★☆ ... Be sure to check this one out in Large on Black! ... ★☆★☆★☆★ ☆
I love it when nature stops you in your tracks and makes you ask why?! When I got home I scoured the internet for the reasons a tree trunk would twist in this way but had no luck in finding an explanation. Disappointed and perplexed, I had almost given up hope of finding an answer when suddenly the only obvious answer dawned on me.
It was, of course, caused by a genetic modification program set up during the early 19th century by a family of squirrels that had become worried about the deteriorating climbing abilities of the elder squirrels in their group and their capacity to escape from predators up the traditional straight trunked trees found in the forest. They'd decided that they needed a tree with easy access, one that wouldn't be so demanding on the claws of their elderly. After much research they had settled on combining the unfurling nature of a young fern with the strength, height and majesty of an oak tree (and the added bonus of delicious acorns)
However, whilst the idea and initial gene splicing of the new tree was a great success, the squirrel's knowledge of how long it would take for a tree to reach a suitable height to escape predators was severely lacking. They had only ever eaten acorns and never tried to grow one before and sadly, during the fourth week of the squirrel group holding vigil over a bare patch of earth, waiting for their tree to magically spring up to full size, a family of foxes approached silently from behind and ate them all.
All knowledge and understanding of the origins of the tree were lost in the jaws of those foxes..... but the spiral tree lived on, continuing to grow silently in this hidden forest. Until finally, it reached a height at which it could fulfill its reason for creation, and now elderly squirrels come from far and wide to use the easy access and safety that the spiral tree provides, unknowing of the great achievements and sacrifices that their ancestors made to provide this safe haven for them.
This morning I decided to combine three of my "still life" leaf shots - see yesterday's upload for the introductory shot - into a triptych and then move on. In part, I was wondering what anyone could possibly say about these if I dragged the presentation on for three more days. "Very nice." "Looks cold." "Wow. Leaves." And so on.
Instead, I'm going to use these as a jumping off point for a little winter tour of my isolated prairie village in southwestern Saskatchewan, a tour that I unknowingly began over Christmas with the view down our main street ("Centre Street"). Now that you've seen the downtown core - there really are some here who use the phrase "going downtown" - and now that you can see we have trees here that shed their leaves, just like anywhere else, I want to move on to some of the wondrous sights available to the questing photographer, all within city limits. It will be a good way to close out the year.
For the record, in the above triptych the left frame shows a Lilac leaf, and the other two depict Siberian Elm leaves. I don't know what the two little yellow stems are in the last shot. All of these were photographed as found; nothing was touched or moved to try to make the shot better. I mention this because the last shot is almost too perfect. Yet that was how I found it.
Photographed in Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2020 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
He follows an early patristic formulation (Dionysius) when he terms it a “ray of darkness . . . a bright ray of His secret wisdom . . . a divine and dark spiritual light . . . a wisdom so simple, general and spiritual”, that is, a knowing far beyond all limited, finite details and concreteness. These paradoxes are crowned by a supreme one, “knowing by unknowing”. To grow in a deep encounter with God as He truly is in Himself, unconstrained by the limited concepts we tend to have of Him, we must relinquish familiar ways of knowing. We must “unknow” in order properly to perceive Him, that is, in a manner beyond finite categories.
-THOMAS DUBAY, S.M. FIRE WITHIN St. Teresa of Avila, St. John of the Cross, and the Gospel—on Prayer
Took a wild picture of the sky. However, I didn't plan for this mistake. Someday, maybe I will be able to plan a shot like this.
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Adrift
A silent voyage
No corners are found
Mist of uncertainty
A cloud overhead
Faint voices echo
Trembling is the ground
A throbbing heart
Obscure the destination
Darkness-a hollow clasp
A hopeful touch
Unknowing reveals a mystery
Graciously Sophia awakens
-Robert Cowlishaw
In some or other way I must have unknowingly wronged our IT department as I’ve been totally blocked from Flickr for the better part of the past week – Most Frustrating...
But anyway, I finally seem to be up and running again.
This is a photo of the Toboggan Track situated right behind our offices. This image was captured from a little balcony at the rear of our offices. Follow THIS LINK to see what it’s all about...
SHOT INFO:
Canon 400D
Canon 10-22 USM @ 13mm
Kenko Pro1-D Wideband Circular Polarizer
Av = f14 I Tv = 1/50 I ISO 100 I Handheld
We yearned for something bigger than ourselves
More than we could contain
Only in these moments did I feel full. Otherwise it existed as an uncomfortable emptiness that I sat with. Always falling short.
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Double exposure over expired Tesco ISO 400 film (Repackaged Solaris colour fg400)
Original pictures were taken summer 2002 by my sister, and unknowingly double exposed by myself in november 2024.
This and the pictures posted over the next few days are an exploration of our past that has forced us to confront some difficult truths.
Please see the album description for a more in-depth explanation.
“When I was in school, I wanted to be W. Eugene Smith. He was a legendary staffer at Life, a consummate photojournalist, and an architect of the photo essay. He was also kinda crazy.
That was obvious when he came to lecture at Syracuse University and put a glass of milk and a glass of vodka on the lectern. Both were gone at the end of the talk. He was taking questions and I was in the front row, hanging on every word.
Mr. Smith, is the only good light available light?” came the question.
He leaned into the microphone. “Yes,” he baritoned, and paused.
A shudder ran through all of us. That was it! No more flash! God’s light or nothing!
But then he leaned back into the mic, “By that, I mean, any &*%%@$ light that’s available.”
Point taken.”
― Joe McNally, The Moment It Clicks: Photography Secrets from One of the World's Top Shooters
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYh-n7EOtMA
Happy World Photography Day!
Picking up a camera 4 years ago was the best thing I have ever done
It has helped me in ways I could not even begin to describe, whether it be self expression, or otherwise
I have never considered myself an artist (and I probably never will)
Self-taught, I fly by the seat of my pants, and I Love It :)))
That is what a camera is to me...
It allows me to be myself, and experiment along the way :)
I have no fancy studio, no fancy artificial lights, no fancy camera either
My camera allows me to work with what I have, and the joy it gives me is immense
It has always got me through tough times
It is truly my therapy
And meeting up with incredible photographers on my journey has been the best part
I learn from all of you every day
And the fact that you all take the time to stop by, always makes me feel blessed to have you in my life
You are way more important to me than you will ever know
So I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for all you unknowingly do for me :)))
Have a beautiful day, you incredible Photographers!!
Love
xxxx
“The tale of the crimson queen is a tragic one; for the most part. As she was elected ruler after Lanudos’ banishment and after the old fort of Rhagard was first discovered, she reveived word of an ancient mask which had been sealed away in an ancient fortress to the east.
Taking a team of Toa Hagah with her, she soon discovered the mask; but unknowingly to her, it also became a plight on the island for the coming decades. As one of her followers donned the mask, the ancient spirit within only known as "Nuva” took control of his body and severly injured Lorani in the following battle. Ever since that day she was bound to life-preserving machines on her cold throne from which she reigned.
Only just before the Battle Of Rhagard could she finally be healed and restored, ending her suffering.
A revamp of a side character seen in my comic Elegy, who was first made in February 2013 for the BCBS building contest. The character was ever since entered kind of unfinished as I could never quite figure out a way to make decent looking arms and legs for her custom body design. Apparently it only took me three years to finally figure it out!
in the calm streets of portixol, a playful symmetry unfolds as a couple strolls past a rain puddle, unknowingly doubling themselves in its mirror-like surface. the stillness of the water captures every detail of their walk, down to the smallest ripple, as if opening a window to an alternate version of their journey. the black-and-white tones lend a timeless quality, turning an ordinary moment into a subtle narrative of symmetry, reflection, and fleeting connections.
Credit to Aridar for the M1 pastie and idea. Original story here: www.flickr.com/photos/24368405@N08/4500748929/in/photostr... The M1 Garand zombie mod was made when Military Expert and Vietnam War veteran , Frank "Fritz" Zeppelin first heard about the infection. He turned his home in the Mojave desert into a Fortress. After his year worth of MRE's Ran out, Fritz decided to go hunting. He had not seen the infected yet for he lives in a fairly remote area. He lived for another year peacefully, until that night. Awaken by the light and sound of a claymore going off, Fritz ran to see the commotion. A group of 20 infected had massed up at the front gate. Ftitz quickly grabbed his modded rifle and got to work. Frtiz had unknowingly just joined the war.
I found this male Barred Owl not even 6 feet off the ground and about 20 feet off the path deep in some trees. About 50 feet away unknowing young bunnies were running around and playing.
Look closely at the shadowed hillside on the other side of the valley and you will see tiny white dots. Those are cars zooming along Highway 26. In a weird way, they are one of my favorite parts of this image. Oh, to be fair, there are lots of things I like about this scene. I love the ripply, snowy hillside in the foreground and the perfect curves formed by the mini hillocks of snow. I love the contrast between the dark trunks and the snow-covered branches of the mid ground. I love that I am standing in this snowy wilderness and I can see the line of elevation where snow becomes rain and white forest borders dark forest. Of course I love the flakes of falling snow caught frozen by the snap of the shutter. But I really love the cars in their odd way.
Why? Because inside those tiny dots-that-are-vehicles are the tiny dots of people. And those people might be talking with passengers in their cars, they might be listening to podcasts, they might be singing along to music, they might be swearing at the other motorists. I dunno, but I do think it is a safe bet to say they are all oblivious to what I was seeing and they are all oblivious to the fact that in their own tiny way they are playing a role in a beautiful wintry scene, even if that role can barely qualify as a cameo appearance. Nonetheless, they are a part of it whether they know it or not. And thinking about all those unknowing actors and actresses down there makes me wonder how many times I have driven or walked through an incredible scene of one type or another, completely oblivious myself. Thinking about all those unknowing motorists makes me remember to think more about the scenes I wander through. And that helps me keep an open mind and even more open eyes wherever I go. And that is why I like those little tiny cars down there. Because some times I am in one of those little tiny cars.
Hasselblad 500C
Fuji Acros 100
Edinburgh has quite a literary history (among other things). The city saw the birth of Frankenstein, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Dr. Moriarty, even Voldemort. The historian Robert Lindsay even wrote of the Devil (or maybe just a devil named Plotcock) himself appearing in Edinburgh to list the names of those that would die at the battle of Flodden.
There is some black ink that runs through the pens of Edinburgh.
Franka Rolfix II | Trinar 105mm | Lomography Color F² 400
... initially, for a couple weeks, I had no idea what film or camera I took this with. I had todo some detective work. this is what I get for waiting so long between developments the past year and 3 months. But really, was kind of neat that I don't know...
I am fond of the idea that you can be casually strolling along a sandy beach and unknowingly be a part of an artistic moment of creativity/beauty/whathaveyou. In short, every moment we exist is a moment we are participating in something outside of ourselves, or larger than ourselves, whether we are aware of it or not.
Hasselblad Flexbody
Fomapan 200
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Introduction
Best Gospel Song | How Great Is Our God | "How God Rules Over All Things"
From the moment you come crying into this world,
you begin to perform your duty.
In the plan and ordination of God, you assume your role,
and begin the journey of life.
Whatever your background or the journey ahead of you,
none can escape the orchestration and arrangement that Heaven has in store,
and none are in control of their destiny,
for only He who rules over all things is capable of such work.
Since the day man came into existence,
God has been steady in His work,
managing this universe and directing the change and movement of all things.
Like all things, man quietly and unknowingly
receives
the nourishment of the sweetness and rain and dew from God.
Like all things, man unknowingly lives under the orchestration of God’s hand.
The heart and spirit of man are held in the hand of God,
and all the life of man is beheld in the eyes of God.
Regardless of whether or not you believe this,
any and all things, living or dead,
will shift, change, renew, and disappear according to God’s thoughts.
This is how God rules over all things.
from The Word Appears in the Flesh
>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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www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/hymn-how-god-rules-over-a...
Introduction
Best Gospel Song | How Great Is Our God | "How God Rules Over All Things"
From the moment you come crying into this world,
you begin to perform your duty.
In the plan and ordination of God, you assume your role,
and begin the journey of life.
Whatever your background or the journey ahead of you,
none can escape the orchestration and arrangement that Heaven has in store,
and none are in control of their destiny,
for only He who rules over all things is capable of such work.
Since the day man came into existence,
God has been steady in His work,
managing this universe and directing the change and movement of all things.
Like all things, man quietly and unknowingly
receives
the nourishment of the sweetness and rain and dew from God.
Like all things, man unknowingly lives under the orchestration of God’s hand.
The heart and spirit of man are held in the hand of God,
and all the life of man is beheld in the eyes of God.
Regardless of whether or not you believe this,
any and all things, living or dead,
will shift, change, renew, and disappear according to God’s thoughts.
This is how God rules over all things.
from The Word Appears in the Flesh
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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While walking I came upon a hidden, low muddy area , where 20 or so egrets were feeding. They erupted like a cloud when they saw me, and I was only able to capture the end of the fly-up. Interesting photo op but I felt really bad that I unknowingly interrupted them.
Noki passed away a couple of weeks ago. This is the last image I took of him, unknowingly, some time before his condition got worse. This will also be the last photo I'll upload of him. Miss you, buddy. Rest in peace.
This place feels like a still from an animation and I'm in awe.
We tried some Chinese Herbal Cusine today (at 福慧根湯) and I unknowingly ticked off something from a bucket list I never knew I had - Sleep at a restaurant: CHECK!
Such a surreal experience.
Catch up with you tomorrow!
#6361 - 2025 Day 151/365: Corfe Castle with early morning sea fret beginning to clear.
Ancestor Walk, Purbeck, May 2025
My ancestors back from my paternal great grandmother Ellen Mary Ricketts were all from these villages in Purbeck: Wareham, Wool, East Stoke, Winfrith Newburgh, East Knighton and East Lulworth. It is perhaps no surpise that I have always been drawn here, unknowingly.
My 3x great grandparents Edmund Ricketts and Mary Anna Battrick moved to Brighton in the 1860s. For interest the primary names in the line are Ricketts, Battrick, Runyard and Galton. I've traced them back so far to 1691.
I've been feeling a little nostalgic lately so I've been editing pictures from a few years ago.
This one is from last summer <3
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