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For this week's "mysterious" challenge, I have chosen something that is a complete mystery to me... How can perfectly untangled cables, be they headphones or computer wires, left undisturbed in a drawer, come out all knotted and tied together!??? Stumps me!
I believe wherever dreams dwell, the heart calls it HOME. So may you untangle yourself from the twist of melancholy and let your thoughts carry you back to the birthplace of your truth.
Dodinsky
In the Garden of Thoughts
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The dark-eyed junco (Junco hyemalis) is a species of junco, a group of small, grayish New World sparrows. This bird is common across much of temperate North America and in summer ranges far into the Arctic. It is a very variable species, much like the related fox sparrow (Passerella iliaca), and its systematics are still not completely untangled.
Adult dark-eyed juncos generally have gray heads, necks, and breasts, gray or brown backs and wings, and a white belly, but show a confusing amount of variation in plumage details. The white outer tail feathers flash distinctively in flight and while hopping on the ground. The bill is usually pale pinkish.
Males tend to have darker, more conspicuous markings than females. The dark-eyed junco is 13 to 17.5 cm (5.1 to 6.9 in) long and has a wingspan of 18 to 25 cm (7.1 to 9.8 in). Body mass can vary from 18 to 30 g (0.63 to 1.06 oz). Among standard measurements, the wing chord is 6.6 to 9.3 cm (2.6 to 3.7 in), the tail is 6.1 to 7.3 cm (2.4 to 2.9 in), the bill is 0.9 to 1.3 cm (0.35 to 0.51 in) and the tarsus is 1.9 to 2.3 cm (0.75 to 0.91 in).
Juveniles often have pale streaks on their underparts and may even be mistaken for vesper sparrows (Pooecetes gramineus) until they acquire adult plumage at 2 to 3 months, but dark-eyed junco fledglings' heads are generally quite uniform in color already, and initially their bills still have conspicuous yellowish edges to the gape, remains of the fleshy wattles that guide the parents when they feed the nestlings.
This image was taken at the Muir Woods National Monument, near San Francisco in California, USA
Nuestros pensamientos no los vemos, pero están ahí, tejiendo y entrelazándose de forma automática, enredándose y desenredándose a su antojo...Lee más www.grada.es/los-hilos-que-nos-llevan/blogueros/amparo-ga... palabrasquemuestranelcamino.wordpress.com/
The threads that lead us
We don't see our thoughts, but they are there, automatically weaving and intertwining, tangling and untangling at will...Read more www.grada.es/los-hilos-que-nos-llevan/blogueros/amparo-ga... palabrasquemuestranelcamino.wordpress.com/
Die Fäden, die uns führen
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Prompts: Photorealistic image of what a woman is thinking, art style --ar 16:9 --s 750 --c 20
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Skies are crying, I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance.
Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
As the smoke clears
I awaken and untangle you from me
Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed
All my windows still are broken but I'm standing on my feet
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
Go run run run I'm gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear yeah
Go run run run yeah it's a long way down
But I'm closer to the clouds up here
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Ohh
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper
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the end ^^
When I was living in Iowa I was looking out the window one evening as the moon rose and all of a sudden Splat! It crashed right into the big oak tree. It was several minutes before it got itself untangled so I was able to grab the camera and take this shot. Fortunately no branches were broken - just lots of twigs and moonglow (and carrots) all over the ground. Haven't seen anything like this since but each time I look at the moon it seems a bit self-conscious. Maybe I shouldn't have posted this photo - don't want to embarrass the poor thing for one little accident.
Skipper's tree decorating skills
didn't stand a chance against cats' army ability to destroy it;
Dean regretted his decision to help 55 times already - Ayumi made sure he knows he's not listening, he's doing it all wrong, and he's doing it on purpose (he's not!);
Diana realized she won't be able to untangle the lights in the next 10 years;
Elle was planning her swift escape to the store while texting co-conspirator in the kitchen;
Lea was about to tell everyone there are gifts to wrap yet, but
the aura in the room made her rethink it..
Cats did have a great time though.
|| OVER THE MOON. ||
aka. Soulknight.
In the dead of night, I wake up again. Deliberating. My mind won't stop racing. Just me without shell. My right side still missing its other part. Feeling the urgent need to create art.
I get out of my corner, slowly tiptoe to the border of up one minute - down the next. Can't avoid to glance at those wrecks, spreaded on the wooden floor. I can spot you behind the curtain, but you don't seem quite so active anymore. I slowly dare to walk past you, to the door. You're not moving? Tell me, can I start again?
No answer ..
Now this is my chance.
And finally I realize: Let's stop this mess, it's time to advance!
Running down the road, colored street lights everywhere explode. From red to yellow and green as the beech, when I'm finally there to reach ..
It's a race against feared solitute. It's neck and neck.
I know you're following me, looking like a nightmare clown, „I take it in but don’t look down!“ Because I'm stronger now, I knew this wasn't over! I'm faster than a bullet, do you want to know why? Because deep down I know, that some things aren't just for show. Some things are real and almost too good to be true, like you always imagined a character out of your most perfect crew. Your whole life you wished for someone as wonderful as him, for whom you would swim through your most dreaded dreams again. Just to get this feeling 'for real' once in a lifetime, not just at night in your mind when you hear the midnight chime.
I'm almost flying over my broken self, while realizing, it's now just useless fragments for no ones shelf. Not picking them up, just running further into the woods, looking for new and cheery goods! I'm now able to see with just half of my mind, because it's finitely strong enough to find - new happiness and joy, it's time to unwind. Not willing to live on blind!
So as I'm running I repeat the lines in my head, when the sun begins to rise. I can see my ties untangle themselves, and you stop looking at me with your wise eyes. And I swear on my life, I will never again apologize for affection or sympathy, because „If you love somebody, you better tell them while they’re here ..!“
„I’ve tried to cut these corners, tried to take the easy way out ..“ but it's not a simple issue, no doubt. It's a lifelong dream, a story that just started. Two people who are nothing but kind-hearted. Only wanting just the best, can't explain to you how much I'm blessed .. I'm able to trust you like if nothing bad ever happened before, you've got my full attention, right down to my core.
And there it is, my other half, sitting on a branch, gazing into space. Didn't move a single step, lingered in the exact same place. Full of energy, I'm climbing the ladder, getting even happier and madder. Delighted, I grab it by its shoulders and again we are united. Moving to the sunlight and finally it's the end of the fight.
Being on top of the world is so much better, at least as good as one real love letter. And I should know, because „I’ve had the highest mountains and I’ve had the deepest rivers ..“ In those you feel like swimming through the sharpest slivers. I've been „Waiting on this for a while now, it's been too long.“
I'm walking back to the path, quietly humming this song.
And don't have the slightes purpose to stop soon, not until I'm fully over the moon.
Song pieces by Imagine Dragons. On Top Of The World.
© Laura Karg.
Untangling the Tracks was an exhibition on the Thameslink Programme.
Billboard on Forest Road, London E17, with eastbound Overground train behind, heading for Barking.
[A walk of Yarn balls] Hunt Event//3 stores Joint hunt
Dec.11 AM3:00-
The yarn has rolled and tangled.
I need your help to untangle the tangled yarn from my gift box!
Hi!!!
Our three stores are having a little hunt!
Have fun at each store.
The gifts can be found in one of the boxes in the event space of each store. Please look for them.
To get to the next store, there are two doors in the event space. Touch the doors and LM will be sent to you!
HPMD and D-LAB and andika
Each of them has a wonderful gift waiting for you.
Happy Holiday,
Thank you so so much
3 stores Joint hunt
HPMD
D-LAB
andika
andika
A walk of Yarn balls:3-stores-Hunts
Everything is connected with everything else and must be untangled with understanding and consideration, carefully, with patience, so that this world remains intact and can continue to be used ...
Minorities and nature are also protected ... that's democracy, you have to take everyone with you, an election period, all the more half of it, is not enough, and with all due haste it is important not to lose patience and only behave selfishly, because it would result in a shambles ...
the "quick" and easy solutions of the populists do not help, they mean loss of time and destruction ... ;-) ...
You have to imagine the world of the future, beautiful and sustainable, wonderful, be optimistic, at the same time work hard for it, never lose sight of the goal and sometimes forego, it will pay off and you must never lose patience and doubt, never give up or pull others down ...
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
Everything is connected to everything else and must be unraveled with understanding and consideration, carefully, with patience, so that this world remains intact and can continue to be used...
minorities are also protected and nature... that's democracy, you have to take everyone with you, one election period, all the more half of it, is not enough, and despite all the haste necessary, it is important not to lose patience and behave selfishly, because it would result in a shambles...
The populists' "quick" and easy solutions don't help, they mean loss of time and destruction... ;-) ...
You have to imagine the world of the future, beautiful and sustainable, wonderful, be optimistic, work hard for it at the same time, never lose sight of the goal and sometimes forego, it will pay off and you must never lose patience and doubt, never give up, pull the others down...
Translated with google ...
Alles hängt mit allem zusammen und muss mit Verstand und Rücksicht, vorsichtig, mit Geduld, entwirrt werden, damit diese Welt heil bleibt und weiter genutzt werden kann ... auch Minderheiten werden geschützt und die Natur, ...
so ist Demokratie, man muss alle mitnehmen, eine Wahlperiode, gar die hälfte dessen, reicht nicht, und bei aller gebotenen Eile ist es wichtig, nicht die Geduld zu verlieren und sich nur egoistisch zu gebärden, denn es würde ein Scherbenhaufen entstehen ...
die "schnellen" und einfachen Lösungen der Populisten helfen nicht, sie bedeuten Zeitverlust und Zerstörung ... ;-) ...
man muss sich die Welt der Zukunft, schön und nachhaltig, wundervoll vorstellen, optimistisch sein, gleichzeitig dafür hart arbeiten, das Ziel nie aus den Augen verlieren und manchmal auch verzichten, es wird sich auszahlen und man darf nie die Geduld verlieren und zweifeln, nie aufgeben, die anderen Herunterziehen ...
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Sunset
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
Rainer Maria Rilke
The world is quiet here. 81/365
Today is a day of recovery, I'm wiped out. For me, recovery consists of being alone: listening to soft quiet music, reading, dusting the corners of the internet and curating a buttery, peaceful batter of depth and shallowness to lay my mind in, and let it bake for a while. Doing a little work, watching the light hit my apartment walls. Untangling the strings of myself that I've knotted up again in all the busyness. Being quiet. So today I'm going to continue doing just that. Have a nice Sunday, everyone :-)
33063 'R. J. Mitchell' eases across Swithland Viaduct on 23/3/17 during an EMRPS Charter - The Central Crompton.
Taken using 10 metre pole......after I'd untangled the wire from a nearby tree, talk about panic stations!
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If too many aspects cover other parts, keeping track becomes challenging. Since things start to overlap when too many layers are opening up, everything evolves into a big mess. So, the beginning and the end appear untraceable. Once you cannot find yourself anymore in this situation, you can no longer hide the overload.
Yet, a clear view is needed for untangling the chaos because if you attribute the same relevance to everything, you can not see the wood for the trees anymore. Once you are getting things in proportion, you may understand what is truly important.
after untangling and burned out light replacement the lights are then placed on the Christmas Tree...
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The theme for this week is Intentional Camera Movement (ICM).
After an hour spent untangling the cat's cradle of 1,000 new lights ... I decided to photograph the Christmas tree. After some vertical shifts I combined it with a zoom blur.
Sit down when viewing.
Brigette is having a good hair day today! 😀When her hair gets messy, and the waves fall out, I untangle it and then braid it. After about 3 days of wearing her hair in braids. I undo the braids and gently use my fingers to style it. The shine and waves come back!
Mixed media photo encaustic hand-painted with pan pastels.
On wooden board. 7.5" x 7.5"
With these hands, she has held onto time, cooing softly and nuzzling it against her breast. She felt its heart pulse with a never-tiring force, it’s drum beat forever always moving forward. Such a curious notion. Don’t things that only move in one direction circle back around? Doesn’t everything that ages eventually become young again? Doesn’t every single day begin anew?
Time responded with the only words in its unimaginative vocabulary… tick, tock.
With these hands, she has cradled babies— and lovers too. She has stroked and soothed and smoothed and their fears away. She has dried their tears with the softest kisses. Don’t you weep, little baby. Her hands remember the diameter of your wrist, the curve of your ankle bone, the sweet ripeness of your belly. Her hands remember the flow of electricity, under and over currents rippling between you, the first time you touched her, ever so slightly, with the fleshy pad of your index finger.
With these hands, she has buried her dead on the hillside near the clearing in the woods— baby birds and bunnies, Siamese cats, Persian cats, tabby cats, and a couple of faithful dogs. She has buried her elders, as is the natural order of things. She has laid to rest the traumas that have left their marks, planting lilies of the valley at their headstones. With these hands, she has buried a child on a cloudy April day, when her white roses unexpectedly turned pink. Her hands have known the hardness, the coldness, of the rocky soil in winter. They have wielded pick-axe and shovel, and when necessary, sword.
Her hands know when it’s time to sever and move forward.
These hands keep her tethered to the earth. She has untangled fragile roots and transplanted mosses and bare roses and tender seedlings on drizzly spring days, her hair hanging down in ropes, catching in the branches of the overarching willow tree. She has harvested dandelion seeds and collected sacs of cottonwood fluff to stuff her bed pillows. She has picked wild blackberries from thickets lining the forest path, gathered stinging nettles in early spring, hunted hens of the woods in the fall. She has wrapped her arms around the giant oaks as they whispered secrets and sang songs they learned from the wind.
She has cupped her hands to drink from the river of forgiveness.
These hands have given flight to her imagination. A wellspring flows through them, draping her in a veil of words and colors and the softest impressions. Memories of things once forgotten surface again, an unexplainable knowing unfolds. The old ways push up through the bedrock of generations, doorways to the infinite. In her hands, she holds the key. Every threshold is an invitation to cross over.
In the end, her hands offer themselves up to this essential truth:
In the space of eternity,
the ticking of the clock
means absolutely
nothing.
Yes, I invented the name. Sue me. I shot down to get this image, and as soon as I saw it in the viewfinder, all I could think of was "tarantula." (flic.kr/p/oWbqmB)
I live in "tarantula country" where, two weeks at the end of September every year, the road to the top of Mt. Diablo is closed to automobiles so that the male tarantulas in search of males don't get squished as they crawl across the road searching for what DNA has told him, there are larger, zaftig, females waiting for them.
But this season I am about cacti, succulents, and plants that can live in arid climes with little water. I realize I've shown more flowers than cacti with spines. That's because cacti and succulent flowers are often on stems too far from the mother plant to lend themselves to interesting and untangled portraits. *This* cactus was different. A single blossom about 4.5 inches across and off to the center of 10 radiating spiny (not really thorns) leaves. You have to get used to the idea that those leaves don't look like "leaves." More like fat plates, but remember, that's how these plants survive temperatures well over 120 degrees (in the sun) by storing water in the base and leaves. With little imagination or, for some, from standing in 100+ temperatures for a couple of hours, this will look like it a tarantula with ten hairy legs!
Located somewhere nearby Cochin Beach. a fisherman sitting and untangling a nylon fishing net. The area is known for having many old style Chinese Fishing nets that are still operational with the help of these fishermen.
One of the zoo workers was feeding the beavers carrots while she untangled their fur. You can see her shoe at the top of the picture.
I only spent more than two hours trying to untangle these dang wind chimes and I made a big gain. When my husband and my friend got home from the store, she knocked into the barstool and got it all tangled up again. Ugh. They say to throw it away and we’ll get a new one. I said I would fix it because I am a detangling maniac. I don’t care if the damn thing breaks while I’m fixing it but aside from that I’m not going to give up!! ♉️💯🚫‼️
This contemporary art work dominates a corner of the gallery. It consists of painting, ceramics and poetry. It is the work of two brilliant Tasmanian artists, Mish Meijers and Tricky Walsh. Its title is "A New Kind of Union" (2021), and so it looks to a future beyond the pain and struggles of the past. Tricky Walsh has contributed a poem (I sincerely hope you take the time to read it, it may change your outlook on life! Is that why people are so afraid of words?):
For those who, alone in low lit rooms, have pondered the nature of things
Without fanfare or profit.
For those whose voices have been silenced
Whether by fatigue or by intent,
Who negotiate with quiet words and dispel the necessity of fists and sticks and stones and worse.
For those whose hands have worried out the wrinkles of time
Who have untangled the threads, who have woven back the fabric of existence.
The fixers, the makers, the underpaid labourers
Those who have built, nurtured, or enlightened with an imperative to lift us all a little higher.
For those who have calculated the mysteries of the world and beyond
Who think beyond their peripheries and ours,
The abstract linguists who speak in code, and sometimes in starlight.
For those who make beauty in place of ambivalence
Whose eyes see beyond the here and now to the possible and the might-be.
To those who seek truth in the face of lies
Who stand when others have fallen.
All of the names that have been lost, whose inheritance we carry with us blindly.
A legacy unpayable. A minute not of silence, but of gratitude.
* REMEMBER THAT TRUE ART IS ALWAYS MORE THAN MERE ART. If the words of that poem can't reduce one to tears then perhaps hope is lost. Tricky Walsh's poem expresses everything I have been trying (in some cases unsuccessfully) to say over recent days. It seems such a pity to me that we have so much potential the make real change in our world by using the Flickr platform for far more than the obvious, "You show me yours and I'll show you mine," mentality. Pity. Oh the pity!
** Am I trying to change people's lives? You bet! It's time to wake up. Time is short, but only those with ears to hear will understand.
Powerful song. Great sound, suggestive lyrics wonderful Video, and of course great interpretation by Marianne Faithfull !!!!
Marianne Faithfull - Sparrows Will Sing
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHVFarjq-D0
Sparrows Will Sing Songtext
A child breaks the ice and peers into the hidden depths
I'm trying to decipher the horror of un-holiness
I have no doubt you'll figure it out someday
Calo, calo, cale
Then the sparrows will sing on the boulevards, again
And on the corridors of karma, where they walked on
Soft for a night
Me a sultan's embrace, but mythical peace will surely fade away
Calo, calo, cale
Calo, calo, cale
The young generation is eager to muster the helm
They cannot be seduced by this candy floss techno-hell
They put over the hell and the fresh breeze
They'll sustain
Calo, calo, cale
Calo, calo, cale
A child breaks the ice and peers into the hidden depths
To try to untangle the whole of this unholy mess
Well I have no doubt they will figure it out one day
Calo, calo, cale