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STAND BY ME. (Ultimate Mix, 2020) - John Lennon (official music video HD)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqB8Dm65X18&list=RDYqB8Dm65X1...
Life is slippery. Here, take my hand.
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
The world is ours if we want it, we can take it, if you just take my hand
Demi Lovato
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Jon Bon Jovi
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
William Shakespeare
Selfishness is not living your life as you wish to live it. Selfishness is wanting others to live their lives as you wish them to.
Oscar Wilde
The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it.
George Bernard Shaw
Don't lose faith. Promise yourself that you will be a success story, and I promise you that all the forces of the universe will unite to come to your aid; you might not feel today or for a while, but the longer you wait the bigger the prize.
George Bernard Shaw
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A dark steel fence casts its shadow in precise, repeating bars across a granite pavement, the stripes narrowing and accelerating toward a distant vanishing point. Two lamp posts punctuate the emptiness beyond, sentinels of a road that leads nowhere in particular and everywhere in general.
The geometry is almost unreasonably satisfying — vertical bars, horizontal pavement joints, diagonal shadows — three systems of line coexisting without argument under an immaculate Spanish sky.
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.
… almost rescued the Roman world from the depredations of Commodus’s megalomania.
Unfortunately, state finances proved to be in an even worse state than expected by his co-conspirators.
Failed negotiations with the Pretorian Guard about the donative they were promised for support lead to guards murdering him and putting the Purple for auction !
This may or may not be him actually. There’s still a lot of scholarly argument going on over his representation.
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There was one subject on which we were unanimous. No arguments whatsoever on this one. From the moment Lee shared a black and white beauty he’d found in these pages, the deal was done. Whatever else we came here to take pictures of, the little bent tree in the wilderness was going to be one of them. At least assuming we could actually find it, that was. All we were certain about was that it was on Dartmoor, and that none of us had seen it on our travels. And although there are a number of very compelling images of it on this platform, none of you was very forthcoming about how to find it. A well guarded secret. And with nine hundred and fifty-four square kilometres of national park to explore, simply happening across it was about as likely as picking the correct numbers for the National Lottery. We needed somebody to tell us where it was. But it didn’t stop us digging. Dave managed to find an article that convinced us he’d narrowed it down to a few sprawling hectares.
It so happened that the author of Lee’s discovery was one of my regular contacts, so I messaged her and asked if she remembered where it was. But as an overseas visitor who’d been chauffeured around the moors for a couple of days, she had no idea. Perhaps she had been sworn to silence. I suspected I knew who’d shown it to her, so I asked him next. “Ah yes you won’t find that on your own. I’ll come along and show you where it is.” Nick’s wealth of Dartmoor inside intelligence seemed to be matched only by his stellar photographic talents and his generosity of spirit. We arranged to meet up with him during our visit, and he sent me details of where I’d need to park. I recognised the screenshot from Google Maps straight away. It seemed Dave’s hunch wasn’t too far from the mark.
In the event, although Nick was able to join us earlier in the day to share another of his secret locations (more of that in another tale), he had to dash off before the afternoon took hold. A good job I’d also arranged to meet another local photographer in the shape of Carl, who spent the day with us traipsing around the moors. It turned out that Carl had also asked Nick for the keys to the kingdom, and having been granted the freedom of the moors, he’d already visited the tree once before. He was keen to return to the scene for another mission. And so after lunch, we headed off towards what would be the final location of the day.
Even though we now knew roughly where the tree was, it was a good job we had a guide. Because standing here at the edge of the car park, it might have well as been on Exmoor for all we could see. Stick a pin in the huge rambling rock strewn green landscape and hope for the best. It was far away enough to deter visitors, its anonymous location protected by an enchantment of bogs and streams in a terrain where only welly boots would take the stubborn few. With a good set of binoculars we might have been able to see it from the top of the rise beyond the car park, but even as we approached the crag upon which the dwarfish hawthorn tree sat, it wasn’t entirely obvious as to exactly where it was. But then we spotted it, clinging to the edge of an expanse of granite tor, tiny and twisting towards us, changing shape from every angle. I hadn’t expected it to be quite so small. “Three ways to shoot it,” Nick had said to me conspiratorially. I hoped to find a fourth.
And here is (maybe) that fourth point of view, the small hunched shape leaning forward, her long locks flowing behind her as she careers down the slope. “I don’t know whether it’s a witch or a skier,” wrote one of my faithful correspondents when I shared this first image on another platform. “Maybe it’s both,” I replied. I don’t know anything about skiing, but “knees bent, lean forward and brace for impact” seem to fit the bill here.
I never did discover the three ways - I found two others that I liked a lot, and three more that I wasn’t so keen on. Excuse me if I’ve been a bit vague about exactly where it is - but seeing as I was entrusted with treasured information and I’m hoping my friends across the river are going to let me in on the inside track again next time I visit, well you know how it is - got to keep the Cornwall and Devon entente going you know. What a beauty she is though, even if finding her was like searching for a very small needle in a city made of haystacks. With such outlandish beauty, she deserves that veil of anonymity.
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.
The night after a brutal storm we traveled down a very soggy path to Dunscaith Castle. Along the way we got out to see what the tide pools looked like, only to be met with some stern arguments from a local sheep who very much wanted us out of the way. In the background is Lock Eishort.
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 warrior still does not realize that violence does not bring any solutions, that only communication, dialogue, discussion, argumentation, disputation are leading to solutions.
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Der Krieger wird seinem Namen im vordergründigen Sinn von Frieden = peace nicht gerecht aber dem eigentlich Sinn: FRIEDE- : umfriedeter (abgegrenzt durch Mauer, Zaun, Hecke,...) Besitz -MANN: althochdeutsch "man" Krieger
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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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Bajo oscuros nubarrones...
Se buscaba la implantación progresiva de servicios a 160 km/h, y había necesidad de material específico para traccionarlos. La experiencia con las 250, 251 y 269.500 resultó nefasta, e incluso máquinas tan especializadas como las 269.600, daban problemas a altas velocidades. Con los 200 km/h en el horizonte, se llevaron a cabo una serie de reformas en estas últimas locomotoras, entre las que destacaban unos nuevos bogies, diseñados por CAF, que solucionaron los problemas de estabilidad. Estas mejoras se implantaron en una remesa de 269.200, de las cuales la 269.328 fue el prototipo: La transmisión pasó a ser monorreductora y los equipos del bastidor se vieron reubicados para dejar espacio a los bogies. Los areneros se fijaron al bastidor y en los testeros se colocaron unos faldones aerodinámicos, a semejanza de los ensayados en la 269.604. Las cabinas recibieron cristales blindados y el foco principal pasó a ser de doble faro, algo que acabaría extendiéndose a toda la serie 269. Tanto cambio justificó la creación de la subserie 400, que se quedó en 20 ejemplares tras la decisión de encargar el grueso de la serie 252 en ancho ibérico.
Y aquí tenemos a la primera, rescatada tras años de abandono y sometida a un cuestionable tratamiento estético. Mostrando los muñones de sus faldones carenados, con falsas ventanillas curvadas y con faros de alta intensidad, rematado todo por unos colores que solo tendrían sentido en una 200. Su titularidad es privada y podría argumentarse que su propietario puede hacer con ella lo que quiera... Pero estas actuaciones se han llevado a cabo con la colaboración de la AZAFT y la AAFM. Dos entidades de referencia en cuanto a restauración y conservación del material ferroviario en nuestro país. Comparar este engendro con el exquisito tratamiento que se ha dado a la 269.604 y a la 333.107, resulta demoledor. Y al mismo tiempo, nos da visos del futuro hacia el que nos dirigimos.
If there's one photo that's going to cause a massive argument between people in the UK it's this one! So what is the 'right' way? Cream first? Jam first? You can see which way I prefer. I have many facts to back up my choice, although I realise I'm in the minority doing it this way, and I risk losing friends due to posting this- that is how seriously we take these things in the UK!!
Note: normally I put more jam on than this. A lot more. But I thought I'd try to look a bit civilised for my photoshoot :)
If you're not from the UK I'm terribly sorry if you have no idea what I'm talking about, but if you do ever visit, I insist that you sample this great British delicacy because, no matter what way round you assemble it, it is one of the best tasting treats on the planet :)
Happy weekend everyone :)
Design is fine. History is mine. An argument for art.
Prim-cakes and some technology.
Around the corner there is some extreme context.
Others, so deliberately meaningless.
If you want, it’s slathering jam on a toast.
Sticking just for fun.
And may whatever holds you up stay forever beneath you.
TOMORROW @ 1pm SLT
DiXmiX Gallery presents:
“ArtNeveux”
- a mix of 2D & 3D styles
- a mix of movements: Art Nouveau (1890 - 1905) and Art Deco (1900 - 1945).
- a mix of 3 colors
And if it’s art, it’s for you to decide.
DiXmiX Gallery @ The Womb
reviews:
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Close-up images of the Milky Way core always remind me of Olbers' paradox. Olbers' paradox, named after the German astronomer Heinrich Wilhelm Olbers (1758–1840), is the argument that the darkness of the night sky conflicts with the assumption of an infinite and eternal static universe.
If the universe was static, homogeneous at a large scale, and populated by an infinite number of stars, any line of sight from Earth should end at the surface of a star and hence the night sky would be completely illuminated and very bright.
This contradicts the observed darkness and non-uniformity of the night. The darkness of the night sky is, therefore, evidence for a dynamic universe, as postulated by the Big Bang model.
In a photograph of the galactic core, however, the stars are so densely packed that there indeed is nothing but stars if the line of sight isn't blocked by interstellar dust.
For me, a foreground with a solid wall of stars as a backdrop is one of the most stunning scenes in landscape astrophotography. I hope you like it as much as I do.
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Canon EOS 6D
Canon 70-200mm f/2.8L IS USM ll @ 88mm
iOptron SkyTracker Pro
Sky:
Stack of 6x 60s @ ISO3200
Foreground:
Stack of 3 x 60s @ ISO3200
and arguments. In other words, I want to get married :-)
― Jarod Kintz
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cercis, compact eastern redbud, 'Ace of Hearts', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
The years have taught me to appreciate these simple moments, far from the noise and chaos. Over time, you realize there’s no need to fight, no need to convince. You learn to let go of what no longer brings you peace, and to cherish those who remain by your side. Here, by the water, I savor this moment, the fruit of all that life has taught me. No more arguments, no more drama... Just the sweetness of simply being.
Les années m'ont appris à apprécier ces moments simples, loin des bruits et des tumultes. Avec le temps, on comprend qu'il n'y a plus besoin de se battre, plus besoin de convaincre. On apprend à laisser partir ce qui ne nous apporte plus de paix, et à chérir ceux qui sont encore là. Ici, au bord de l'eau, je savoure cet instant, fruit de tout ce que la vie m'a enseigné. Plus de disputes, plus de drames... Juste la douceur d'exister, simplement.
Back from my foreheads argument with my the nose of my surfboard. The surfboad won. All is well however, will catch up on your posts soonish.
The water surface mirrors the world below, with constellations of bubbles bluring the line of reflection - each spherical envelope integrating a local horizon with assimilated blurred and groundless views of both sides of the argument.
Living close to the Pennine Moors I get many photo-opportunities with Red Grouse but close flight shots are still not easy. It was an argument over which was Europe’s fastest game bird that led to the production of the Guinness Book of Records. On 10th November 1951, Sir Hugh Beaver (Managing Director of Guinness Breweries) was with a shooting party in County Wexford, Ireland. Some Golden Plovers were shot at, and missed, which prompted a discussion as to whether they were Europe’s fastest game bird. Consulting reference books did not solve the issue, and it occurred to Sir Hugh that there must be numerous other questions debated nightly in the 81,400 pubs in Britain and Ireland, but there was no book with which to settle arguments about records. He discussed the matter with Ross and Norris McWhirter to see if their fact and figure agency could help. The result was the first Guinness Book of Records being published in time for Christmas 1955.
Bizarrely the question that was the reason for the creation of the Guinness Book of Records was not answered until the 36th edition in 1989: "Britain's fastest game bird is the Red Grouse (Lagopus l. scoticus) which, in still air, has recorded burst speeds up to 92.8-100.8 km/h 58-63 mph over very short distances. Air speeds up to 112 km/h 70 mph have been claimed for the Golden plover (Pluvialis apricaria) when flushed, but it is extremely doubtful whether this rapid-flying bird can exceed 80-88 km/h 50-55 mph - even in an emergency".
Hooded Crow (Corvus cornix) (also called hoodie)
Oban Bay Argyll - Scotland
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Minolta X-700 50mm lens: cost $10
Fujifilm 35mm 400 - $6
Digital or analog ?
The argument begins with cost.
$10 film + $15 developing = $25/roll.
$25 with 36 shots = 70 cents per click. Well, I guess that's not too bad, but not every shot is a keeper. So let's say 1 out of every 3 is good then it's cost was $2.10... Well now, that sounds bad.
Figure in the cost of a nice vintage analog camera $10 to $170 bucks vs. $300 to $1300 digital.. You sure would have to take plenty of pictures to break even. But from then on digital is all free....
An afternoon bowling, movies, amusement park, golfing would all cost $25 - so even if just one shot of the whole roll was a keeper you still had a great afternoon analog photographing for that $25...
Aesthetics: You just can't beat the buttery colors of a good analog picture. The nuances are delicious.
The muddiness on the left of this shot is indeed that - a muddy path over the leaves.
There is a deeper connection with the subject.
There is a more cerebral and concentrated approach to framing up and structuring with analog. That moment is unique.
Could a digital make boots look so good?
I'm not a 50mm shooter, but the DOF is really nice.
Starting out in photography I was told you will find your favorite lens.... I didn't understand and immediately disagreed. Well yes, you will find your lens. Mine is 28mm. A whole different way of thinking with each lens.
Your thoughts appreciated.
Have a great day friend.....
When the arguments in the debate between steel and concrete ran out
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- an everyday phenomenon
( * Posted the day before the legendary Oval Office Shouting Match between Trump and Zelenskyy - exquisite serendipity!! )
The fountain in Parkway, WGC
Archive-filler for London Dada album 2016 -18
( photo was made in 2011 but not posted 'til 2017 )
Link to the posted Work:
londondada.art/2017/10/26/london-dada-works-no-994-994a-s...
The original ' Shouting Match ' post;
londondada.art/2015/03/09/work-no-747-shouting-match-2017...
Some tea stains. So treated them and laundered. Stains all gone. But now there are different ones. Re treat and re wash. I wonder if there will be an improvement!
I may not be the pretty skinny girl who has her picture gawked at, but I am me. I am a human being, and I am happy with myself. I have curves, and I don't wear a size 2. Call me what you want, I know I truly am.
I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
Until you say goodbye
-Savage Garden "Affirmation"