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A man on a tractor had just driven past me shouting,
“The end of the world is nigh!!"
I'm pretty sure it was Farmer Geddon.
It was only after I shot this little fella balanced on the tip of a fern in Knocksink Wood over the Bank Holiday weekend that I thought: "I wonder how many different types of beetle there are in Ireland?"
The answer is at least 2,154 and although I tried to narrow down the field, I could find out which particular species this guy is. All help welcome!
"There are over 2,154 species of beetles species of Coleoptera native to Ireland. These are disposed in 84 families. By contrast there are 4,034 species of Coleoptera in the British Isles, consisting of 106 families . The largest beetle families in Ireland are the rove beetles (Staphylinidae) with 641 species, the weevils (Curculionidae) with 214 species, and the ground beetles (Carabidae) with 210 species."
All those questions without answer
They make you feel like there's no one there.
Éste es el mañana que ayer me parecÃa tan inquietante.
It was late. Any other night, I would've been in bed. But sometimes you have to say "Screw the bank I work for" and set responsibility and routine and sleep aside... and follow that part of you that needs to be fed.
So there I was... late at night... driving my truck... bumping and jarring along pot-holed side streets. I followed my nose, my heart, my hunger to the places where there are no artificial lights... where strange things crash and rustle in the bush... and the smell of the ocean is heavy and warm and the wind is just strong enough to keep the clouds moving, and to keep the mosquitoes off my exposed arms.
At times I was terrified. Alone. Just me and the trees and the ocean and my camera and the moon. But not even fear can override the sheer joy... the pure exhilaration... of shooting at night.
This morning I am groggy. Hung over in the aftermath of so much beauty, and stillness, and wildness.
Work will be a challenge. I'll have to just dig in and not come out till it's done. Otherwise, I'll end up dreaming. And I did enough of that last night.
Para LÃo de Fotos, Julio Loco.
Para Lazos, 26/52 - Cogidos de la mano
Para La TallererÃa fotográfica, Gymkana de verano, tema 18: Juntos.
Ya ha acabado la primera etapa de mi proyecto, que empecé con la idea de buscar en mi entorno detallitos que me llevaran a mi infancia. Mi idea era, frente a la adversidad, ir buscando esas semillas de amor sembradas durante nuestra niñez en nuestro corazón. Este Julio Loco ha sido un mes muy emocionante y placentero. No he podido hacer fotos todos los dÃas como me hubiera gustado, pero he recordado sensaciones, juegos, momentos que tenÃa (creÃa) completamente olvidados. Voy a continuar este trabajo, por puro placer y porqué todavÃa me queda mucho por explorar.
Pero querÃa cerrar esta primera etapa con este último tesoro que me he encontrado en mi búsqueda. En muchos de mis recorridos por las calles de mi memoria me acompañaron esos dos angelitos. Y mientras me preguntaba cómo enseñarles que el amor es la mejor respuesta, por su soporte y su presencia me lo estaban enseñando ellos mismos. De pequeña me hubiera gustado mucho tener un hermano mayor que me cogiera de la mano para ir en la vida. No lo tuve y mi infancia fue bastante solitaria. Ahora que he creado y que estoy criando mi propia familia, ahora que vamos los tres cogidos de la mano por la vida, ya ha cambiado esa sensación. Y con ese proyecto me he dado cuenta de que la foto me proporciona esta posibilidad de coger de la mano a esa pequeña niña solitaria y llevarla por las calles de la vida.
Things just got a whole lot harder
far beyond mere comprehension
way ahead of simple convention
grappling with lost lifelines...
answers to what, I cannot fathom
for today wakes a paralysis
dumbfounding every analysis
now numbness rules supreme
a lifetime is allowed to question
the ethics of hurts stronghold
upon losing our footing to withhold
all we set out to do before all this happened
now so much is so nearly out of reach
I can see it, inhale and speak of it
but now desperately I wish to transmit
a physical body on location
but locked it is with a seal of my disapproval
a landscaped parchment of calligraphic sedge
waving with such an ease of expressive edge
that's the virtue of natural process
yet, Tuesday's cry is a surreptitious beaching
where hopes drowned before they could swim
now landed with a valley full to the brim
of the elemental stuff that my life so strives
if never again able to be magicked by movement
let me at least have one question answered
before I'm done, restoring peace's reign thus augured
in mind, body and soul, my spirit remains in control
by anglia24
11h00: 11/06/2008
©2008anglia24
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Universal splintering?
Cosmic collision?
Gaseous expansions?
The answers are everywhere we look.
JOHN 3:3
Jesus answered him, I assure you, most solemnly I tell you, that unless a person is born again (anew, from above), he cannot ever see (know, be acquainted with, and experience) the kingdom of God.
JOHN 3:4
Nicodemus said to Him, How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter his mother's womb again and be born?
JOHN 3:5
Jesus answered, I assure you, most solemnly I tell you, unless a man is born of water and (even) the Spirit, he cannot (ever) enter the kingdom of God.
JOHN 3:6
What is born of (from) the flesh is flesh (of the physical is physical); and what is born of the Spirit is spirit.
JOHN 3:7
Marvel not (do not be surprised, astonished) at My telling you. You must all be born anew (from above).
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My inspiration song for this picture: Natalie Taylor - Love Is The Answer (Live)
I know what it's like . . . .I know how it feels . . . Let the pain break you down . . . Now you gotta give it time to heal
Don't worry now . . .Even though the fear is real
Just hold on . . . . If you're looking for a sign . . . .
Something to carry you back into the light . . . .
Love is the answer
When you're ready, start again . . . . . I'll be here waiting reaching out my hands . . . . I know it's a struggle . . . I know it's a fight . . . Not to end every day feeling like you've been living a lie . . . . . . .
It's time to be free . . . It's time to find peace by the water . . . . . . .
The answer is in the Tags.
Not sure why the 'eye' looks glassy...
perhaps full of water.
I really appreciate any Views, Faves and Comments and I will try to visit your sites in due course. Thank you so much.
I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me. Hermann Hesse
This is another for my "Waiting for his return" series. This is the prequel to my prior "No Answer" post which I have reposted in the comments.
Thanks for looking!!!
Stockholm, 2001. I met some members of "Gustafs skål" (a club for people who are interested in the 1700s) and took some photos.
1995 Oklahoma city bombing, I worked in ICU and took care of 'the little red headed girl', we had many patients and it was so heartless cruel and gutless to do this to innocent people, especially our children...I woke up one night after I had this dream, I painted it and called it the 'answer' we needed one. The painting is n the bombing memorial archives and traveled to New York after 911 with the traveling archive...still an amature but came across this the other day
Someone once asked me if I like the art that I create, and I answered that yes, I do like it. Their reaction made me believe that I should have said otherwise, or played my answer off like I was ashamed, or could do better, or anything more humble than a simple yes. The next time someone asked me if I liked the art that I created, I hesitated, and they caught that hesitation and took it as uncertainty in my craft, and I again felt jilted in my own connection to my work.
The next time I was asked, I was ready to answer. I thought long and hard about why I so quickly said yes the first time, and why that might not be entirely true. I thought about images that I most certainly do not connect with visually from my portfolio. I thought about images that failed. I thought about images long put in the trashcan and permanently deleted. And then I smiled.
I could not say that I didn't like those pictures because I do like them. I love them. I love all of what I do. And I don't love it because of what it looks like. Visual artists are expected to speak about their art visually. What I am drawn to is the imagination. My mind has cultivated hundreds and thousands of worlds that keep me enamored and make me feel whole. My imagination is the source of my power, it is the lifeline that speaks to my soul.
I love what I do because I love my imagination. I love my art because it is an extension of that mind-scape. It is the inside out - the world within, without. It is all of me poured into this tangible form that excites me even when it doesn't work out, or when the trashcan gobbles it up and I'm left with the remembrance of an idea in my mind. There is a certain pride, and love, that comes from creating your truest dreams. There is a confidence that tells you yes, you can love your art, because your art is an extension of yourself.
We are all alone in a town of dreams. It is our world internal. And I think we should love it.
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"Alone in a Town of Dreams" created with a bed from France and a field from India.
Answers are always / kept in closed boxes / with just a few elected / to hold a key. // The boxes further, are defined by codes / like 'AEG', or 'Sch T1'
May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong.
—Chief Dan George
Canada was one of the biggest adventures in my life and I love the nature there so much. A moment like this alone is worth it to be calm in the heart and to be grateful for everything that has been given to us there. There can not be a greater treasure on earth. The creation of God is so pure and perfect in every way.
I need a break
I have a laughing and a crying eye right now. A laughing one because I am so looking forward to the return of my son, who is still in Canada for a few days. A crying because I got tired myself in the last weeks and lost the inner fire and the joy on my fotostream here. I can not and do not want to give you an answer because I fight with myself and I do not know how to proceed. I only know one thing: The joy and the honest inner fire for my photography must first come back to me.
I'm kind of disappointed that egoism has grown so big on earth, even on flickr. I have found real and true friends, whom I so much want to give pleasure with my photography. This is my greatest wish, to give joy and to share joy with you, my best friends.
I will come back my dear friends, but please give me some time. I hope you understand me, at least a little. Thank you so much.
Please take the time and watch with me this wonderful & proud animal. I would be pleased. I admire it since my childhood.
Spirit Animal ~ Eagle ~Native American Music -Niall