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the tower is made of iron. heavy, permanent, anchored to the earth for more than a century. it is a monument to stillness. the boy is made of bone and will. for a fraction of a second, he defies gravity. he hangs in the air, a fleeting sculpture against the sky. his shadow is the only thing that connects him to the ground. it is a moment of pure, weightless freedom. the old iron tower watches, silent. it has seen empires rise and fall, but it has never known what it is to fly.
♫ Peter Schilling - Major Tom (Coming Home) ♫
The countdown starts
Watching in a trance, the crew is certain
Nothing left to chance, all is working
Trying to relax, up in the capsule
"Send me up a drink", jokes Major Tom
The count goes on
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
Drifting falling
Floating weightless
Calling calling home
the pigeon leaves the railing, wings catching the last light of the day. behind, the blurred outline of the hackerbrücke and the city fading into dusk. movement, weightless and inevitable.
Everything I knew gave way and I found myself in a weightless free fall of uncertainty and adrenaline.. his arms encircled me and pulled me into his warmth and safety..
It starts with an injury
And ends with imagination
How blood can transform into a lightning bolt
Passionate Bright Young Things
Fluttering as if weightless
Even a cliff is no obstacle
Why leap off it if you can soar right over it?
Defying and laughing at gravity
The end is built into the beginning.
We are fearless with all of our friends.
Who needs bodies
When you have vivid dreams?
**All photos and poems are copyrighted**
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
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One week of color - Black
( I know, a total 180 from the rest of the week!)
I missed yesterday. Sadface. Chillatrix is here in RL,
so we spent the evening hanging out!
I'll do better the rest of the week!
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These poses are from PDA for the Seasons Gatcha.
We couldn't get one to fit so we put pose 1 and 3 together!
We aren't really sad!
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, enters your room
and drifts to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
from your book, see it the moment it lands. That's all
there is to it: no more than a lifting and falling away of attention, a time between times, a flowerless funeral; no more than that,
except for the feeling that this piece of the storm,
which turns into nothing before your eyes, would come back, that someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say:
"It's time. The air is ready. The sky has an opening."
--remembering Mark Strand
Merry Christmas, Flickr friends
Seen from below, glass and sky merge into an almost weightless architecture. The crane house’s reflective façade throws back the image of its own forms, while the white fades outward like mist into nothingness.
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Von unten gesehen verschmelzen Glas und Himmel zu einer fast schwerelosen Architektur. Die spiegelnden Fassaden des Kranhauses werfen das Bild seiner eigenen Formen zurück, während das Weiß nach außen hin wie Nebel ins Nichts übergeht.
Dive into the weightlessness of the sea and let the medusas work on you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Tauch ab in die Schwerelosigkeit des Meeres und lass die Medusen auf dich wirken.
Grew up in a classic geometrical home.
Triangle on top, square on the bottom.
Lots of rigid right angles.
Went to a typical elementary school for shapes.
Long rectangle two parallel sides
Half long, half short.
But, the cloudy rectangle
Was quite different from all of his friends
Who, of course, wanted to grow up to be either
Architects or fixtures in buildings or
Colorful abstract modern art paintings
Measurable by protractors and rulers.
Instead, this polygon
Wanted to stop being so defined
Grow a little fluff on top and in back
Float away as part of the sky.
Like a passing thought
When you remember your childhood
But instead of remembering
The space that confined you
The definitions that defined you
The facts that seemed to bind you
You remember the feeling of being
Loved and weightless
Limitless and immeasurable
Like a line that goes on on in both directions forever.
In this very vast blue world.
**All poems and photos are copyrighted**
Over and over
Waves of frightening feelings
Floating, weightless, I'm willing
My will keeps bending and breaking, honey
Hold me, trust me
Let me ride in your love all night, babe
Hold me, touch me
I wanna die in your love all night, babe
Lost in your light, baby
I wanna stay right here all night, baby
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And .....
Put the load right on me "
The Weight | Featuring Robbie Robertson | Playing For Change | Song Around The Worldhttps://
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ph1GU1qQ1zQ
Peace out
Guy
It was the annual Hull Freedom Festival this weekend though because of Marys ankle injury we spent less time at the festival than usual. Freedom this year was lucky with the weather three hot and sunny days .
I spent the afternoon in the city centre seeing a variety of performers the outstanding ones were a Brussels based company Tripotes la Compagnie who performed an amazing acrobatic show called ENCORE UNE FOIS. This included using a double spring board that literally sent the performers into orbit.
If you have the time a video of this performance is worth a look
youtu.be/lLZ_LaeFhtQ?si=yhFAgF7E4vEynZeG
P.s. Mary’s ankle improving quickly she can now manage short walks well
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Yesterday was the first Advent. And then I realized that the Christmas season ist just around the corner again. A time that should actually be marked by contemplation and love. Unfortunately, this period is often rather hectic and stressful.
So I thought to myself, there is still a little time. Let's treat ourselves to some lightness in the coming week.
This little dove's tail, as it seems to float weightlessly from flower to flower, is meant to symbolize that and carry it to you.
And maybe together we can manage to preserve a bit of this feeling over the Christmas season.
Gestern war der erste Advent. Und da wurde mir bewusst, dass wieder einmal die Weihnachtszeit vor der Tür steht. Eine Zeit, die eigentlich im Zeichen von Besinnlichkeit und Liebe stehen sollte. Doch bedauerlicherweise ist dieser Zeitraum oft eher hektisch und stressig.
Also dachte ich mir, es ist ja noch ein wenig Zeit. Gönnen wir uns doch in der komenden Woche etwas Leichtigkeit.
Dieses Taubenschwänzchen, wie es scheinbar schwerelos von Blüte zu Blüte schwebt, soll diese symbolisieren und zu Euch tragen.
Und vielleicht gelingt es uns ja gemeinsam ein bisschen was von diesem Gefühl über die Weihnachtszeit zu bewahren.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
The night moved like a song only one of them could hear.
One danced, wild and weightless, as if the concrete were a stage and the streetlights her spotlight.
The other sat still, thumb scrolling, eyes fixed on a world held behind glass.
There was rhythm in the distance between them.
Laughter that might have been shared.
A bottle left sweating on stone.
A friendship paused—briefly, wordlessly—while the city shimmered behind them.
Cologne after dark. When motion and stillness make their quiet claims.
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This Black-shouldered Kite has just departed from his female companion, soaring gracefully in search of a next meal.
(Elanus axillaris)
In science and engineering, the weight of an object is the force acting on the object due to gravity.
Some standard textbooks define weight as a vector quantity, the gravitational force acting on the object. Others define weight as a scalar quantity, the magnitude of the gravitational force. Yet others define it as the magnitude of the reaction force exerted on a body by mechanisms that counteract the effects of gravity: the weight is the quantity that is measured by, for example, a spring scale. Thus, in a state of free fall, the weight would be zero. In this sense of weight, terrestrial objects can be weightless: ignoring air resistance, the famous apple falling from the tree, on its way to meet the ground near Isaac Newton, would be weightless.
In modern scientific usage, weight and mass are fundamentally different quantities: mass is an intrinsic property of matter, whereas weight is a force that results from the action of gravity on matter: it measures how strongly the force of gravity pulls on that matter. However, in most practical everyday situations the word "weight" is used when, strictly, "mass" is meant. For example, most people would say that an object "weighs one kilogram", even though the kilogram is a unit of mass. Source Wikipedia.
The British Chiropractic Association has been in the news recently with a study they did on men with back pain and their man bags.
Apparently 60% of men polled use a man bag and 66% of the men polled also have had back pain before. The man bags they wore had an average weight of 6.2kgs with a laptop usually making up the most weight in a bag. I use a laptop bag myself and, like the picture, I use a single strap over my shoulder type. So does it mean you have to get rid of the trendy man bag in order to avoid back ache and use a boring double strap school bag instead? That’s what’s today’s post is asking.
The best way to avoid pain from carrying a big bag is to simply carry less weight. Adults should carry no more than 10% of their body weight. The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends children carry no more than 10% to 20% of their body weight. "Five percent is ideal," says chiropractor Dr. Kathryn Montgomery. Source Community health magazine.
TD : Agfapan 100 Professional 35mm film, developed in D-76 1+1 for 7 minutes. Exposure ISO 100 @35mm lens, natural daylight. Scanned with Alpha 6000 edited in ACR, inverted in CS6.
"A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light."
— Leonardo da Vinci
"Leandro Erlich gelingt es seit vielen Jahren mit seiner Kunst, die Besucher*innen auf ganz unterschiedlichen Ebenen zu begeistern. Viele seiner Werke erscheinen auf einer ersten Ebene spektakulär, irritierend, spielerisch und humorvoll. Aber bei einer genaueren Betrachtung zeigen sich viele Bezüge zu heutigen kulturellen, gesellschaftlichen und mithin politischen Erscheinungsformen und Herausforderungen, wie etwa der ganze Komplex rund um Fake News, dem (populistischen) Verdrehen von Wahrheit und Lüge, den weltweiten Fluchtbewegungen oder auch nicht zuletzt die immer bedeutender werdende Macht von Bildern und deren Manipulationsmöglichkeiten."
Quelle: www.wolfsburg-erleben.de
Der Künstler verwandelt das Museum in eine Blackbox, die gewohnte Perspektiven umkehrt und zum Träumen und Imaginieren einlädt.
Vom Verhältnis von Himmel und Erde, von oben und unten, von innen und außen handelt auch die mehrteilige Arbeit The Cloud (2018–2022). In vier Vitrinen fängt der Künstler vermeintlich flüchtige Wolken ein und „konserviert“ diese für die museale Präsentation. Die einzelnen Vitrinenobjekte bestehen jeweils aus mehreren bedruckten Glasscheiben, die hintereinander geschichtet zum freien Assoziieren von Formen einladen – wie beim Blick auf das Wolkenspiel am Himmel. Erst beim genauen Hinsehen werden in Erlichs Wolkenbildern Tiere oder die Umrisse Südamerikas sichtbar.
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This plane comes out of Philadelphia. I spotted it a few times flying over the lake with the engines in the helicopter position and in the plane position. Peace Valley Park, New Beitain Pa.
2016 AGUSTAWESTLAND PHILADELPHIA AW609
Rotorcraft
(3 seats / 2 engines)
OwnerAGUSTAWESTLAND PHILADELPHIA CORP
PHILADELPHIA , PA, US
(Foreign Corporation)
Airworthiness ClassExperimental
Serial Number63003
EngineP&W CANADA XPT6C-67A (Turbo-shaft)
Horsepower: 1940
WeightLess than 12,500lbs
SpeedNot defined
Mode S Code051764764 / A7E9F4
Morning fog in the spring is like an old friend. Welcoming you with sights and smells that transport you back to your youth. walking to catch the bus to school, navigating through the wispy, yet unnaturally thick haze. Not much has changed, just perspective. As you grow older, wiser, you begin to see that this Appalachian mist isn’t just an ordinary fog, no, indeed this is just a cloud that had lost some altitude. Resting heavy on the mountains bellow, crashing like waves in slow motion, weightless, but beautiful as the first rays of the morning light washes over, giving that morning embrace.
Read More At:
www.blackthornephoto.com/blog/morning-embrace
Aperture: f8
ISO: 250
SS: 1/40th
Focal: 84mm
Fujinon 50-140mm
One of the sadnesses of the lockdown measures during the COVID-19 pandemic is that there is so little movement from place to place. Having spent the last year in Woodstock, Oxfordshire, I anticipated seeing very much more of the area. Instead, I have remained largely in one place, my contribution to not spreading the virus; that, and a heavy workload have meant that I have seen less of the world than I intended this year.
The silver lining to that cloud is that one sees so very many shades of one place. One sees things anew, even as they seem to pall. It reminds me of a photographer I read of once, I forget the name, who had spent much of his life photographing a nearby beach in numerous seasons, finding subtleties that others might miss. There is a venerability and wisdom in it which is appealing in a world that normally moves far too much.
Here is a bridge, seen most days for the last nine months, half shrouded in mist one recent morning. I am not sure that I matched the medium and the subject. Rollei Superpan 200 is, I discovered belatedly, effectively an aerial photography film; developed in stock ID-11 (around 9'30, with frequent agitation, as I could find no precise information on this pairing), the film is one of very strong contrasts and precise detail. My initial excitement at such stark negatives wavered when I realised how many images had been rather marred by camera shake - a combination of shorter days, a slower film speed, the near-weightlessness of the Zeiss Ikon Nettar, and a deep press of the shutter button had conspired to defeat me.
This one, however, was salvageable. Originally 6x6, the unbroken grey of the sky and the less than interesting grass have been cropped out to give a greater prominence to the lake, bridge, and reflections.
Zeiss Ikon Nettar, Rollei Superpan 200, ID-11 stock. Cropping and reduction of contrast in Photoshop.
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One single long exposure. No photoedition : straight out of the camera except for contrast/crop.
This is not really light painting, as there is no moving light source. It's open flash, but it's always fun to jump around.
Model: Vincent Kalut
Lights: Vincent Gerber & me
Light painting session with Vincent Gerber, Renaud Bay, Vincent Kalut
Después de una lluvia las gotas del arbusto quedan suspendidas creando una sensación de ingrabedad.
After a rain, the drops on the bush remain suspended, creating a sensation of weightlessness.
I imagined myself floating weightless in the middle of a waveless sea. Moments, minutes, hours stretched lazily, between the future and the past, like strands of taffy twirled between the fingers of an alien god. The clouds were everywhere and nowhere, water was air and air was water-like. Then, in a blink of an eye, the alien forms rose up from what remained of my life. I laughed.
“Sometimes, you are close.
I can feel your heart beating.
I hold it in my arms, so tight,
afraid that if I ever let go
of everything
it will forget to breathe.
My lungs are sometimes
filled with the blood
of all the easier paths
we’ve been going through.
YOU are weightless…
and only me doesn’t exist here.
Draw me in the circles,
spin me on the sea,
turn me into the wind.
♥
(Lautricienne)”
More on a little virtual keyhole ☂
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyMOwwNVBCM&t=4s
We climb down about 60 meters to get to the water in the abandoned mine. I feel almost weightless when I glide around on the water, a wonderful and strange feeling.
beneath ancient arches, she moves forward with quiet certainty, framed by stone and shadow, carrying the invisible as much as the visible. the light ahead doesn't blind—it invites, hollowing the air into something almost holy.
In the heart of the cosmos, where stars dance their eternal ballet, an evil presence lurked. It was none other than MEOWTRON, a cat of nefarious intent and a mustache to match his villainy. With a sly grin and a flick of his tail, he switches on the zero gravity tripping up our hero.
Undeterred, Flit quickly assesses the situation. Using her astrophysical expertise, she deftly navigates the weightless expanse, leveraging wires and floating debris as stepping stones to gain traction, and possibly an advantage.
Will Flit's cunning be enough to thwart MEOWTRONs' schemes, or would the cat's claws prove too sharp?
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Sarah McLachlan - In the arms of an angel
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
history is a record of hard lines and defended borders.
a long, complicated argument written in stone and steel.
but peace is not a treaty.
it is a brief, weightless moment.
a silent ceasefire in the endless noise.
it does not erase the borders below.
it simply reminds us that the sky is open,
and belongs to no one.