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Queensland museum of modern art, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
Patricia PICCININI
Curious affection
24 mar 2018 – 5 aug 2018
I found them in this act of affection where the parrot on the right was taking the peanut off its shell and then sharing it with his inamorata.
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The words in the Sith code tells us, "...there is only passion", a Sith can undoubtedly feel affection and love for its Wampa pet. The master needs not always an apprentice, at times the master needs only to feel appreciated.
Kiev-60 + Sonnar180mmF2.8
( camera, lens - both went away now for some reason )
: Fomapan100 / Rodinal 1:50
少し作風、とか考えた方を変えようと重います。
いまはもう手元にないKievとSonnar
hope catch up you later today.
のちほど。
Morphett Street. A couple walking from a UniSA graduation ceremony. Silver Efex Pro: Kodak PlusX 125PX Pro and green filter.
"I know that you say I get mean when I'm drinking
But then again sometimes I get really sweet
So what does it mean if I tell you to go fuck yourself
Or if I say that you're beautiful to me
It's affection always,
You're gonna see it someday
My attention for you
Even if it's not what you need..."
Affection's Wild.
Il risveglio pazza mattina brulicante dinamite riaccendere viaggi inondazioni mente colorata,
الآيات تبلور الابهار الأفكار الجهنمية الجو المسموم عيون قزحي المنصهرة,
грозные интенсивные жесты горят тревожные желания раскаленные тени потокового граненых огни,
verzauberten unbeugsamen Natur seng helle Höhen Übertreibung kostbare Lava seltsame Temperament heiß,
impressions scrupuleux sauvages fièvre frénétique des idées incomparables des questions indéfinissables poète moisir confronte,
sublimi virtute ingenii conscia signa neurotic intensities ebriam lampas subiectum Gloria,
οργιαστικές αρσενικό ρεαλισμό διακριτικό μυστικά ένδοξη ρουστίκ περιβάλλον φανταστικό απερίγραπτη πετράδια βάναυση μονοπάτια,
kahaha ko oukou naau exaggerating waihoʻoluʻu ikepili koʻikoʻi Akä naÿe no nä Tropical impressions onaona aʻo enaena incomprehension ka,
スキャンダラスな笑顔感情面白いトリップ刺激フラッシュバック卓越したアドレナリン果てしなく冷凍呪文.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Thirty seconds to Mars - Bright Lights 🎶
I took a much needed break of the noise, the lights, the crowds of the big city, finding refuge in Nakanoshima, the long island between the Dojima and Tosabori rivers in their journey across canyons of huge skyscrapers heading towards the Osaka Bay. In the oriental corner of the island, the Nakanoshima Rose Garden is a true oasis of peace that invited me to look inside, to meditate and to slow down a bit. I spent the entire morning pacing the little mace of walkways, admiring the colours and fragrances of hundreds of varieties of roses, resting on the grass, writing thoughts, ideas and experiences on my travel journal. While contemplating and photographing a blooming bush of intensely red roses, I started connecting in my mind some experiences, sensations and emotions of a very recent past and took the first notes to compose the following account.
Not long ago, I spent some time in the old family house, buried in memories, navigating emotions suspended in the air like tiny drops of mist. Apart from memories, very few tangible things tie me to the past. Over time, I burned my old photographs: the ones with friends who were not there when I would have appreciated their comfort; the ones of my first girlfriend, for whom, in more than nine long years, I was never a priority; the ones showing the lanky teenager with a sad look that I was once. A long time ago, I tore into pieces and threw away my letters, my old drawings, my poems, postcards and the old adult magazine I stole from the newsstand kiosk and used to hide between my school books. Whatever I didn't bring with me when I left my parents' place, I threw away. Only my books stay where they always were, the books I devoured as a boy, as a lanky teenager with a sad look, as a young man before my career became my priority and monopolized my time.
I believe that the way we are, our essence, is hard wired in such a way that rebelling against our nature is almost impossible. The ones inclined to lie will be liars, the honourable will act with honour, the insecure will always doubt. We are who we are, and it is fine. We are who we are, because it is written somewhere in our DNA, or maybe in the position of the stars the day we were born, or perhaps in the essence of the soul that found its new vessel when we were conceived. I don't know how, but what we are is not by chance and it is not exchangeable. However, we are also made. Over the scaffold, over the mystic bones of who we are, there is what we learned, what we experienced, what we suffered. Nature and nurture. But that day, what got me wondering, while passing my fingers over the rows of book spines on the shelves of what used to be my childhood bedroom, was how much of who we are is what we lived in our minds reading books, living the lives of the fictional characters of the stories we read.
While standing in front of a beautiful red rose in Nakanoshima, I see in my mind a version of me standing in front of my old bookshelf, my fingers stopping, almost as if governed by a mind above mine, on the thin white spine of a small paperback book, less than one handbreadth tall, and the same fingers expertly retrieving it by tilting it on its bottom corner, exposing enough surface to grab and slide it out of its resting place for the past 35 or more years. The cover showed a blonde boy wearing a red bow tie and standing on a ridiculously small moon on a background of planets and stars. My nostalgia and chance had brought back in my hands my old copy of "The Little Prince", the tender story written more than 80 years ago by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, a story seemingly for children which, nevertheless, touches on very mature subjects. And one central subject is, of course, Love.
The Little Prince cherished and protected a single Rose that grew in his realm, on his little moon, loving her in the purest, most sincere and generous way. However, he felt that his love was somewhat unrequited, that he was being used by the Rose, and made his mind about leaving his planet and his Rose to experience other worlds. Little Prince and Rose said their goodbyes, him regretting not knowing how to love her in the way she wanted, her regretting not having known how to show him that she actually loved him. On his travels, the Little Prince reached Earth and found other roses, which made him believe that his Rose was not, after all, special, and this thought depressed him. However, a Fox came to teach him an important lesson: his Rose was indeed the most special, simply because that one Rose was the one he loved and cared about, because it was his Rose. But there was more to it, for the Fox gifted the Little Prince with another important lesson: "it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." Towards the end of the story, the Little Prince only wishes to return to his planet and, most of all, to his Rose, to the place where his heart belonged. And the story does not end well... or maybe it does, and it is for our hearts to decide.
In The Little Prince, a powerful idea is planted in our minds. Love is a profound and selfless connection that requires understanding, patience, and responsibility, going well beyond mere affection. The exemplified bond between the Little Prince and his Rose involves recognizing the unique qualities of each other and accepting our mutual imperfections, generously giving ourselves over to ensure the well-being of the other despite their flaws. True love sees beyond the surface, it sees with the heart rather than just the eyes, valuing the invisible essence that makes someone special. Love, in this context, is about devotion, care, and the willingness to nurture and protect, reflecting a deep emotional and spiritual commitment.
This idea resided in my mind, protected for many years, until it flourished like the bush of roses in the garden by the end of the road that the Little Prince followed. This is how I always imagined Love to be. And sure thing, I have experienced and recognized this Love as an adult, and understood I always had it within, for it is the Love I received from my parents, and the very same Love I felt for my daughter the moment I held her in my arms, the first arms that ever held her, or the same Love I felt when looking at someone most special for me with my heart, while closing my eyes. Everything you do driven by Love, you do it for those you love, not because you want anything in return, not because of the thrill of feeling sensations or emotions, not because you want them to love you. Everything you do, you do because you want to show how much you love them.
I have always found antique old style dolls and manequins or models intriguing in a weird and compelling way. They are to be seen all over the place and children dont want them as toys anymore.
திருவல்லிக்கேணி அருள்மிகு பார்த்தசாரதி சுவாமி கோயில் பிரம்மோற்சவம்-தேரோட்டம் 2024
Sri Parthasarathy Temple Car festival 2024
DSC_9475. Taken in wild South Africa!
Is it not beautiful to watch all the young animal? Nature is great and wildlife is awesome!
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Blowing someone a kiss is a way to show affection when saying goodbye. If you are too distant to give them a physical kiss, you can give a friend or loved one a kiss “through the air,” and they will understand you are sending love.
It is an act often performed by celebrities as well, who aren’t sending a kiss to one person but all their fans. They may be on stage and use their hand to blow kisses to the audience, as a way to reach the entire group at once.
In The History of the Kiss! (published 2013) Marcel Danesi wrote,
"The act of blowing kisses originated in ancient Mesopotamia as a means to gain favor with the gods."
Because Flickr was down for maintenance the past couple days - I missed you.
So today, with Flickr back up - I'm feeling grateful to my Flickr friends and followers and wished to say "Thank you" through this ancient tradition - while it was still possible.
Love
Nora
Shelter Series cats.
Considering a new addition to your heart & home? Why not check out your local SPCA or animal shelter where so many hearts are waiting to be loved & to give love.
You'll both be glad you did.
Psalm 6
Please, God, no more yelling,
no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change;
I'm so starved for affection.
Can't you see I'm black-and-blue,
beat up badly in bones and soul?
God, how long will it take
for you to let up?
Break in, God, and break up this fight;
if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I'm no good to you dead, am I?
I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!
I'm tired of all this—so tired. My bed
has been floating forty days and nights
On the flood of my tears.
My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes;
nearly blind, I squint and grope.
Get out of here, you Devil's crew:
at last God has heard my sobs.
My requests have all been granted,
my prayers are answered.
Cowards, my enemies disappear.
Disgraced, they turn tail and run.
Bizde dag yok, orman yok... Deniz var ama deniz resimlerini pek iyi cekemiyorum. Ama bahcemde ve penceremin onunde bir suru sercem var. Onlar da poz vermekde comert davraniyorlar. Ve ortaya boyle pozlar cikiyor.
We have no mountains, no forests to picture... I can't take good pictures of the sea either. However I do have lots of sparrows in front of my window that act generously as models. This is just one example. The rest can be viewed in the set BIRDS.
Wild Mustangs in the Eastern Sierra near Lee Vining and Mono Lake. From affection to sparring to just having fun, these beautiful horses were a pleasure to watch and photograph!
An adult female condor (left) visits with a juvenile male, possibly her chick, on a rocky perch high over a valley that separates Chilean and Argentinian Patagonia in the southern Andes region of South America. One of the coolest moments photographing these birds from an overlook on a private estancia was witnessing the obvious signs of affection between this pair. Until then I had thought of condors as merely ugly carrion-eating vultures.
Please feel free to view my favorite photos in Flickr > www.flickr.com/photos/roderickma/sets/72157623272274082/