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My alarm sounded at half three and through bleary eyes I turned it off. The internal argument raged...stay in bed Vs get your arse up. Get your arse up won and off I went to the far side of the Peak District.
I passed by Mam Tor, Winnats and Padley on my way. All of which looked resplendent shrouded in fog but I stuck to the plan and I arrived at a layby near around half four. A twenty minute walk later found me admiring this scene. The mist in the distance softening the rising sun which was bathing the mossy boulder and lone tree.
It's moments like this which you have to remember when that alarm goes off. I've not enjoyed a morning out with the camera as much as this morning ever. The bird song, the fresh air, the dew covered spider webs draped over the heather, the two Cuckoos in the distance calling one another and to top it off a lone Deer bounding through the misty woodland.
Go find your own dead squirrel.
A couple of crows fighting over a scrap of squirrel fur in Mendocino, California.
On January 1, 2019, Rotterdam rapper Faysal Msyeh, better known as Feis, was shot dead after trying to calm an argument.
On the day Feis would turn 35, artist duo TelmoMiel started with a life-size mural as a monument against senseless violence.
Friends and family took the initiative for this tribute. Rapper Winne, one of his close friends, explained why: "Feis deserves a lasting tribute. The work he made, but above all the person he was, make him someone that many rely on. Especially when it's difficult, especially when it can be done better. Including him in the streetscape of his beloved Rotterdam-West is the least we can do for him and his legacy. A relatively small gesture, with great value for many Rotterdammers."
'Feis Forever', Streetart Rotterdam, The Netherlands
Location: Coolsestraat and the corner of West-Kruiskade
Artists: TelmoMiel
More info about TelmoMiel:
~~Since 2012, Telmo Pieper (Amsterdam, 1984) and Miel Krutzmann (Rotterdam, 1989) have been working together as an artist duo TelmoMiel. They met in 2006 at art school and learned a lot from working together. When they started making murals, they made individual pieces that they brought into one composition. Gradually this evolved into painting one image together, and designing and creating concepts as a duo. TelmoMiel have painted large-scale and surreal murals throughout Europe.~~
All info found on internet
I also spotted a mural of this duo in Ghent, Belgium. See first comment box
Kleine discussie tussen twee spelende kinderen op een pleintje in Kroatië. Dertig seconden later waren ze weer dikke vrienden.
"just a little bit left of center."
I am reminded of four definitions: A Radical is a man with both feet firmly planted— in the air. A Conservative is a man with two perfectly good legs who, however, has never learned to walk forward. A Reactionary is a somnambulist walking backwards. A Liberal is a man who uses his legs and his hands at the behest-at the command — of his head :-)
Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1939
HSS!! Truth Matters! Character Matters!
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... is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.
Wendell Berry
Texture with thanks to Clive Sax
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The church incorporates in its chancel arch masonry dating from c.1200. To this early building a south aisle and south chapel were added in the earlier 13th century; the chancel may also have been lengthened at this time. By the early 19th century a south porch and west tower, constructed of timber, had been added. Restoration of the church took place in 1854-5 under the direction of T.H. Wyatt, when the external walls were rebuilt. In 1933 the south chapel was extended eastwards and an aisle was added to the northern side of the church.
St. Andrew's Church was a chapelry within Downton ecclesiastical parish until 1915 when it was annexed to Odstock parish. Arguments by the inhabitants of Nunton and Bodenham that the church should be detached from Downton parish had arisen since the latter half of the 16th century; at numerous points in the 17th to 19th centuries the scarcity of services was noted.
In 1553 there were three bells, which remain in the church today. Parish registers date from 1672; baptism registers from this date to 1906 are held at the Wiltshire & Swindon History Centre in Chippenham, as are marriage registers from 2000, with a brief gap between 1764 and 1759. Burial registers held at the Centre date from 1672 to 1965. Later registers than those cited here remain with the church.
A couple of summers ago, I witnessed the most meaningful ceremony I've ever seen. My friend G married her longtime love. And before I go on... a word about their love.
It's something you can feel when you walk into their house. It emanates... not just from them, but from the house itself... the furniture... the animals... the garden... the bric a brac. Entering that house is like walking into some big yellow-warm sunshine embrace; it is nothing short of palpable. And seeing them together is even more powerful.
These are two people who just so clearly delight in each other's company. Like all of us, they have their share of less than stellar days, but they're strong for each other, they support one another, they complement each other... and, like I said, when you see them together, you can't help but share a little hiccup in your heart... a skip-step of giddiness. In short, if ever two people should be married, G and her love were those two people. And they're both from backgrounds that value marriage; that see it as the highest expression of togetherness.
But there was one more factor at play that made their wedding the specialest occasion. Until that year, they had not had the legal right to marry. Why? Because G and her One True Love are women. To which I say... So fucking what??
Marriage, as I understand it, is all about love and commitment. And no two people were ever more in love or more committed.
And to those who argue same-sex marriage somehow undermines the so-called sanctity of the so-called institution of marriage... I say heterosexual couples... with their soaring divorce rates, and rampant infidelity, and vicious child-custody disputes... are doing that themselves.
Besides. Why should anyone's choice of who to love... or who to marry... be anyone else's business? As long as no one's being victimized, what's the problem?
One of the arguments advanced here in Canada, where same-sex marriage is legal (for the time being, anyway)... is that, if THIS is okay, then what's next? Polygamy?
To which I say... what's the hairy issue with polygamy? If three people (or four or five or whatever) choose to form a legal bond and raise their family collectively... again, as long as no one's being victimized... what is the problem?
Oh, say the critics, but polygamy's tied to child abuse. Uh, right. That's the same thing they say about same-sex unions... based on their ludicrous assumption that all homosexuals are somehow pedophiles, or sex fiends. Ridiculous.
I've heard otherwise rational men say... I'd never go to a gay male doctor.
To which I say.... don't flatter yourself. Just because a man may be in a love with another man, that doesn't mean he's uncontrollably flinging himself at every damned man who walks through the door. I mean... I have a straight male doctor. That means... oooooohhhh.... gasp.... he has sex with women!!!! But that has absolutely nothing to do with him examining me in his professional capacity.
We have a polygamist sect here in British Columbia, and it's under near-constant scrutiny for child abuse. The allegation is that very young girls are married off to men, against their will.
To which I say... if that's the case, it's child abuse, for sure. But it's an entirely separate issue from the marital status of the parents involved.
Sorry if I'm ranting here, but this whole issue gets my knickers in a major twist. I think it's because... as one of those kids who was teased and taunted for simply being who I was... I sort of understand what it must be like to face such senseless discrimination.
We have today, in too many parts of North America, a culture that says... while most other forms of organized hate and discrimination are frowned upon... it's okay to ostracize and mistreat people... solely on the basis of who they love.
It's insane. I mean... I remember when I first encountered boys. There was an instant ZING! From that time on, I pretty much always had a crush on some boy or other and... lucky me... I was part of a majority, so having those feelings was a-okay.
The gay and lesbian people I've talked to had similar experiences somewhere in their lives.... where they felt that overwhelming sense of attraction and excitement and curiosity. But... unlucky them, they were part of a minority, and made to think that what they felt was somehow bad or wrong.
I'm on this topic today because our federal government (recently elected and right wing) is threatening to undo the same-sex marriage law. This is just the latest in a string of reversals that's included:
- killing the nearly-enacted bill that would've decriminalized marijuana
- killing an agreement with aboriginal people that would've finally begun addressing the deplorable conditions many of them live in
- reversing the country's commitment to do its part to address climate change, and
- killing a multi-year agreement with the provinces that would've made child care somewhat more affordable and accessible.
In the government's eyes, child care is bad. I mean, everyone knows mommies should stay home with their babies while daddies work. Climate change is just a bunch of made-up garbage; after all, those scientists are all a bunch of liberals. Aboriginal people... notwithstanding the fact that white people stole their land, stuck them on reserves, legislated away their rights and tore a whole generation of children away from their families and communities... Notwithstanding that, "those people" are just lazy; they just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. As for marijuana... well, we all know it's FAR more harmful than booze, which government not only endorses but shamelessly profits from. I mean... just look at all the domestic strife, and public brawls, and armed standoffs, and traffic carnage caused by those crazed, violent potheads. And those humsexuals... well. We can't deport them 'cause they're from here (darnit anyway). But we sure as hell owe it to the citizenry to make sure they're denied the most fundamental of human rights... the right to freely love.
I'm sorry if this is a downer but I'm sick at heart for my country today. I fear where we're going and I feel so helpless... watching our common sense progress slip away.
I guess I should just be glad that G and her One True Love are already married... and no one... not even right wing governments... can take what they have away from them.
A series of World Press Photo photographs related to global environment are on display at the Caprilli riding stables (one of Italy's most beautiful structures). The exhibition is organized by the Rotary Club of Pinerolo.
Looks like Junior is being naughty!! Mom and Junior (on the left with the blue eyes) had a bit of an argument on who was going to take a bath first on this hot July day. Stay tuned - tomorrow I will post a photo of the winner :)
I miss the Methow.
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'Here Comes the Argument'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90
Film: Kodak Tri-X; x-03/1977; 50iso
Process: HC-110; 1+90; 18min
Methow Wildlife Area, Washington
May 2020
Red Squirrel (Tamiasciurus hudsonicus)
These little guys are ubiquitous in our area and watching them forage for food (usually around our bird feeders) and engage in play time and ‘fight club’ with other squirrels is always fun. Their tail flicking, foot stomping and vocal chirping as they challenge other red squirrels and the much larger black squirrel is always entertaining. They’re curious, bold, and not easily intimated.
I should add that although the photograph makes it appear that this little guy is missing a right ‘hand’, s/he does in fact have all limbs :) And, thanks to my title, I now have Abba's "knowing me and knowing you" song in my head... groan ;)
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Courtesy of the Alberta Institute for Wildlife Conservation, here are some fun facts about red squirrels:
“The red squirrel is closely related to chipmunks, and a litter of red squirrels usually clocks in at four or five babies
Red squirrels are feisty and territorial towards intruders, and confrontation between two red squirrels often entails a lot of tail flicking, chattering, and foot stomping. Though these actions may seem adorable to us as onlookers, it can mean that things are getting heated in a squirrel argument.
There’s a reason why a red squirrel’s tail is so big and bushy: when it’s not being flicked around to intimidate a rival, the tail of a red squirrel is primarily used for balance as the animal jumps from tree to tree in wooded areas. With a tail that measures to be about half the size of an average red squirrel (six and 12 inches, respectively), half of the animal’s body’s length is devoted to helping it keep balance and intimidating other squirrels.”
Maybe - A quieter more sheltered lifestyle might have suited me.
Routine, order, simple and secluded. No fashion or housing worries, no family arguments or money problems.
From my point of view not believing in God seemed like a problem, but the church didn't seem to thinks so.
(The Church of England engages in multicultural faith services
through an "intercultural" approach, where different cultural traditions within Christianity are welcomed and celebrated, and through "multi-faith" gatherings that acknowledge Britain's diverse society and can include dialogue with other faiths. This is supported by resources and initiatives focused on making the church more intentionally intercultural and by acknowledging the changing religious landscape through events like civic services and interfaith dialogues).
Original photograph taken with an Olympus E-PL3 and a Lumix 14mm lens. Contrast and brightness adjusted in Adobe Lightroom. Habit, cross and hood added using Google Gemini AI.
Here in Thailand, you can encounter these creatures, the macaques, in many regions.
That was also the case here in Khao Sam Roi Yot National Park. These little monkeys are very curious and not at all averse to stealing (so always be on your guard).
So, this friend spontaneously took advantage of my short break to take a closer look at my backpack (to check for weak spots, of course).
Fortunately, a camera backpack is quite sturdy, so it didn't sustain any damage.
However, it took a lot of persuasion (and the use of a stick) to get the backpack back. Every time I even approached, the monkey went into attack mode.
In the end, though, I had the better arguments.
Hier in Thailand kann man in vielen Regionen diesen Zeitgenossen begegnen, den Makaken.
So war es auch hier im Khao Sam Roi Yot Nationalpark. Und diese kleinen Affen sind sehr neugierig und dem Stehlen überhaupt nicht abgeneigt (also immer schön aufpassen).
So nutze dieser Kamerad eine kurze Pause meinseits spontan, um sich näher mit meinem Rucksack auseinander zu setzen (natürlich um ihn nach Schwachstellen zu untersuchen).
Zum Glück ist so ein Kamerarucksack jedoch recht robust, so dass er keinen Schaden genommen hat.
Es kostete mich jedoch einiges an Überredungskunst (und den Einsatz einen Stockes) um mir den Rucksack wieder zurück zu holen. Denn jedes Mal, wenn ich mich auch nur näherte, ging der Affe in Angriffsposition.
Am Ende hatte ich jedoch die besseren Argumente.
the world is made of stone and shadow.
it is a place of hard edges, of permanence, of gravity.
its laws are simple and unbreakable.
what is heavy must fall.
what is dark must remain.
and yet, for a single, brilliant moment,
a counter-argument is made.
a simple, weightless thing of light and air
that defies all the written rules.
it is a brief, successful appeal to a higher law.the world is made of stone and shadow.
it is a place of hard edges, of permanence, of gravity.
its laws are simple and unbreakable.
what is heavy must fall.
what is dark must remain.
and yet, for a single, brilliant moment,
a counter-argument is made.
a simple, weightless thing of light and air
that defies all the written rules.
it is a brief, successful appeal to a higher law.
The mask is telling us that it is in the interest of the common good that the rich get richer. That it is best to let them get on with things and that we all will benefit in the end. Humpty Dumpty said 'There's glory for you!' 'I don't know what you mean by "glory",' Alice said. Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. 'Of course you don't — till I tell you. I meant "there's a nice knockdown argument for you!"' 'But "glory" doesn't mean "a nice knock-down argument",' Alice objected. 'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.' 'The question is,' said Alice, 'whether you can make words mean so many different things.' 'The question is,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'which is to be master — that's all.'
Sony A7M3; contre-jour, reflector. The Korean folk mask represents the "academic", better described as the landholding Confucian scholar.
Turns out it was almost the full half hour (sorry Monty P). Two Lesser Black-backs having a right ding-dong
Y la idea principal de Schopenhauer es que no podemos decidir libremente... Esto se puede demostrar mediante un ejemplo sencillo. Si me dispongo a pedir un plato en un restaurante, soy libre de elegir lo que más me guste dentro de las alternativas que me ofrezca el menú. Pero no soy libre de elegir qué es lo que más me gusta. No puedo decirme a mí mismo: “Hasta ahora, siempre he odiado las espinacas, pero hoy me van a gustar.” No puedo decirme a mí mismo: “¿He de decidir que me apetece pescado o he de decidir que me apetece pollo?” Lo que me apetece, lo que me gusta o lo que detesto, no es algo que éste bajo mi control. No son cosas que yo pueda elegir: me vienen dadas y hago mi elección partiendo de esa base. Puedo elegir qué es lo que quiero elegir, pero no puedo querer que es lo que quiero elegir. Como se suele decir, puedo elegir lo que quiero pero no puedo querer lo que quiero.
(...) El mejor modo de comprender lo que esto significa es analizar el caso contrario. Si yo le dijera al camarero: “Pensándolo bien lo que verdaderamente me apetece es una chuleta de cordero, pero por favor, tráigame un lenguado”, tanto él como mis compañeros creerían que había perdido el juicio. Y tendrían razón: la racionalidad es estas situaciones consiste en actuar de acuerdo con el resultado de todas las consideraciones. No hacerlo es excéntrico y anormal, “libre” ciertamente (si se quiere), pero no en un sentido deseable.
Schopenhauer niega que poseamos libre albedrío en este sentido. (...) Cada uno de nosotros tiene el carácter, el temperamento y la personalidad que tiene, con todas sus complejidades y puntos débiles, y cada uno de nosotros, puede reaccionar en un conjunto dado de circunstancias, con un conjunto dado de motivos, sólo de una forma.
(...) Dado que Schopenhauer niega que tengamos libre albedrío piensa que preguntas como “¿Cómo debemos vivir?” o “¿A qué he de aspirar?” son equivocadas, y que no existen respuestas del tipo de las que buscan quienes las formulan. Lo que elegimos hacer no es en sí nada que podamos elegir. Dado que “deber” implica lógicamente “poder” es falso decir que debemos hacer algo si no podemos hacerlo, y por lo tanto, si no podemos elegir qué motivos van a determinar nuestras acciones, es falso decir que “debemos” hacer una cosa y no otra. (...) (D)ado que el arranque definitivo de nuestras decisiones y de nuestras acciones está tan oculto de nosotros, no sabemos cuál va a ser en ocasiones futuras. Tomamos decisiones, por supuesto, pero a veces las ignoramos, y no es raro que nos sorprendamos ante lo que de pronto decidimos o hacemos. Esta ignorancia e inseguridad ayuda a crear la ilusión de que nuestro futuro es “abierto” y esto a su vez alimenta la ilusión de libertad. Segunda: casi todos nosotros hemos crecido en culturas que desde tiempo inmemoriales han presentado la ética como si estuviera vinculada a la religión. Todas las religiones tienen sus leyes morales, sus múltiples “debes” o “no debes”; y precisamente porque deber implica poder, nos ha inculcado desde la niñez la ilusión de libertad.
(...) Schopenhauer... Comienza tratando de investigar el comportamiento humano sin ninguna idea previa sobre lo que “deben” hacer las personas, observando en vez de ello lo que de hecho hacen, y en particular qué tipo de motivos funcionan como causas de sus acciones. Su investigación le conduce a la conclusión de que las fuentes de lo que tradicionalmente ha sido considerado comportamiento “moral” resultan ser, en un análisis detenido, de interés personal, y por lo tanto no pueden ser consideradas morales en un sentido positivo, ni en ningún otro sentido. Los motivos principales de la obediencia a las leyes de la religión y a las autoridades seculares no incluyen sentimientos morales, si los examinamos detenidamente. (...) “Muchos se maravillarían al ver de qué se compone su conciencia, que les parece tan espléndida: aproximadamente de un quinto temor de los hombres, un quinto de temor religioso, un quinto de prejuicios, un quinto de vanidad y un quinto de costumbre. De tal manera que, en el fondo, no son mejores que aquel inglés que decía: “Mantener una conciencia es demasiado caro para mí.”
Schopenhauer insiste especialmente en que los motivos de acción que la tradición judeocristiana considera más positivos moralmente, el miedo a Dios y la esperanza de un premio en la vida después de la muerte, son deliberadamente egoístas, y cuanto más segura sea la fe religiosa en la que se apoyan, más egoístas son. Es como si admiráramos a un hombre que se atreviera a invertir mil libras en un negocio aparentemente desinteresado cuando en realidad lo hace porque cree que su inversión le será devuelta multiplicada por mil.
(...) Schopenhauer nunca sugiere que las personas se comporten moralmente porque posean una comprensión teórica correcta de lo que efectivamente sucede. Por el contrario, dado que no podemos decidir lo que vamos a desear (cita en muchas ocasiones la frase de Séneca velle nom discitur: “la voluntad no puede enseñarse”) y dado que es la voluntad lo que gobierna nuestro comportamiento.(...) “La virtud no puede nacer sino del conocimiento intuitivo que nos revela en los demás la misma esencia que en nosotros. (...) (H)acer a un hombre virtuoso, como todos los tratados de estética lo han sido, desde Aristóteles acá, para hacer poetas. (...) (E)s decir, sobre la bondad de las intenciones, los dogmas abstractos carecen de eficacia prácticamente; los falsos no la perturban, y los verdaderos no la estimulan”.
(P)or lo mismo, (...) no puede aprenderse, sino que se revela por sí mismo, (en) los actos, a la conducta, a la manera toda de vivir”. (...) “Por lo mismo, no necesita el santo ser un filósofo, como tampoco necesita un filósofo ser santo, así como un hombre bello no está obligado a ser un gran escultor, ni un gran escultor a ser un hombre bello. En general, es una extravagancia exigir a un moralista que no enseñe más virtudes que las que él practica”.
(...) Pero las ideas de Schopenhauer acerca del libre albedrío implican que los ciudadanos no eligen si decidirán o no obedecer la ley, como tampoco eligen si harán o no alguna otra cosa; en este como en cualquier otro tema, eligen aquello que estén más motivados a elegir.
Si los seres humanos son enteramente creación de alguna otra voluntad personal, entonces sus ámbitos y límites y sus tendencias y propensiones, incluso todas sus posibilidades, han sido conformadas por ese Otro de modos que determinan toda su naturaleza y todo su mundo. Tan estrecha y limitadamente está predeterminado nuestro ámbito que ningún individuo es libre de elegir qué tipo de ser humano ha de ser.
(...)Tal y como lo ha expresado John Hospers en un argumento que expuso sin referencia alguna a Schopenhauer: “¿En qué consistiría ser causa de mi propio carácter? Para causar mi temperamento original, antes tengo que haber existido, y para existir ya he de tener algún tipo de “temperamento original”. No puedo causarme a mí mismo a menos que exista previamente para ser esa causa. Y si existo previamente, entonces no es mi composición original lo que creo o elijo, y entonces ¿de dónde tomo los rasgos o el temperamento que me llevan a elegir la composición que elijo? Para elegir un carácter, tengo que tener previamente un carácter. La idea de que seamos la causa de nuestros temperamentos originales es, como vemos una idea contradictoria en sí misma”.
(...) Schopenhauer creía firmemente que el único objetivo supremo de vida humana que poseía validez era el aumento de nuestra comprensión del mundo (...) y creía además que la vida tenía que vivirse hacia delante y, sin embargo, sólo podía ser comprendida hacia atrás.
(Schopenhauer, págs. 208, 209, 210, 211, 212, 213, 218, 219, 220, 221, 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 227, 242 y 243) Bryan Magee
A rather heated argument at the feeder.
Sigma 150-500 f5-6.3 lens on a Canon EOS 5D Mark II. Cropped in Lightroom Classic and resized for Flickr.
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You never win with a Starling but this Woody stood his ground and started yelling that he was working out and did not want to be bothered, but to no avail, the Starling stood fast. A comical image for sure.
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When I say that I'm a "travel photographer" (which is not actually something I say a lot, but it's been mentioned), I don't mean that I fly around the world to National Geographic locations. I generally don't fly at all.*
By travel, I mean that I generally don't shoot at home. I travel (drive) to the locations I photograph.
Usually, it's about three to five hours away from where I live. And often it's just a daytrip.
Once a year, I am fortunate enough to take a month off and travel the US by car. Then, I am mostly camping, staying in hotels only when I "have" to. Usually the camping is free and in a tent. I don't like sleeping in my car.
For me, photography is how I interpret the world outside of my daily world. I don't carry a camera with me basically ever (unless I'm traveling).
I'm sure flying with big cameras and film isn't that much of a pain in the ass. And I see the draw in being able to essentially teleport ones self to your destination. It allows you to explore that destination much more thoroughly than I am usually able to. There's a great benefit to this.
But I am also a travel photographer in the sense that I photograph what I see while I'm literally traveling.
In this photo, taken looking towards Steptoe Butte in the Palouse area of eastern Washington, I literally stopped on the road, got out of the car, grabbed my RB67, and took the shot.
I don't think there's some big controversy over what is and isn't travel photography (unlike the ridiculous arguments over what is and isn't street photography), but it's at least something to think about while I'm apparently taking some sort of break.
*I've flown three times in my life - 1984, 2007, 2020. Will I ever do it again?
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'Reading No Words'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90mm
Film: Fomapan 100
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Washington
August 2022
Nadie llega por azar a tu casa.
Por eso jamás cierres las puertas
a quien en ellas golpee levemente.
Jamás des la espalda al que llega con ojos límpidos,
de corazón entero, con el alma expuesta.
No des disculpas ni te agarres
a mil argumentos racionales.
No inventes motivos para justificar gestos bruscos.
Destraba los portones de tus defensas forjadas.
Destruye las murallas construidas
con ladrillos de los empujones.
Todos los que golpean tu puerta merecen pan y vino
Merecen tu abrazo, tu abrigo.
Todos los que viajan en dirección a tu casa,
Y golpean suave la puerta en busca de tu mano...
merecen entrar.
Hooded Crow (Corvus cornix) (also called hoodie)
Oban Bay Argyll - Scotland
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Canon EOS 6D - f/8 - 1/400 sec - 100 mm - ISO 200
- for challenge Flickr group 'Macro Mondays', theme: 'Superstition'
- measure of the hole in the bread at its widest part 2 cm
- Myths and Superstitions on Serving Bread
* When serving the bread, be sure it is sat on the table in an upright position, if not this could bring misfortune. Slicing of the bread is also quite important, it should always be cut from the top edge and never from both ends.
* Now here’s a strange one… A woman that places a round loaf on the table upside down means that she also spends much time on her back as a prostitute.
* Breaking of a loaf or cake while cutting is a very bad omen, it could bring anything from arguments amongst family members to death of a family member.
* Discovering a hollow spot inside the loaf may mean different things among different cultures.
Some believe it’s a sign of pregnancy for the woman that has baked the bread. Which is in short a sign of life.
While others see it as a sign of death, meaning the hollow spot is a coffin or grave.
We, in The Netherlands, are just disappointed when we get a slice of bread with a hole, because now less chocolate sprinkles ('hagelslag') will fit on the bread ...
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An adaptation of the famous Norman Rockwell painting "Election Day" which features the US presidential race between Truman and Dewey in 1948. I thought about getting political... but decided against it. LOL. Went for a more common debate instead.
I know that is not so polite to overlook or overhear the conversation of some strangers... actually I was interested in shooting this beautiful small fountain near Via Babuino but “the laws of street photography” and very “speakable” poses of those men made me break the rules of politeness, especially it was “the time of closing arguments”...