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Cristo Redentor, Christ The Redeemer, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. It is difficult to articulate how happy, grateful, and spiritually fulfilled I felt when capturing this image from above the clouds via helicopter. It is certainly an experience my wife and I will never forget. Helisight Helicopter Tours
"and love is not the easy thing
the only baggage that you can bring...
and love is not the easy thing...
the only baggage you can bring
is all that you can't leave behind
and if the darkness is to keep us apart
and if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
and if your glass heart should crack
and for a second you turn back
oh no, be strong
walk on, walk on
what you got they can't steal it
no they can't even feel it
walk on, walk on...
stay safe tonight
you're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
a place that has to be believed to be seen
you could have flown away
a singing bird in an open cage
who will only fly, only fly for freedom
walk on, walk on
what you've got they can't deny it
can't sell it, or buy it
walk on, walk on
stay safe tonight
and i know it aches
and your heart it breaks
and you can only take so much
walk on, walk on
home... hard to know what it is if you've never had one
home... i can't say where it is but i know i'm going home
that's where the hurt is
i know it aches
how your heart it breaks
and you can only take so much
walk on, walk on
leave it behind
you got to leave it behind
all that you fashion
all that you make
all that you build
all that you break
all that you measure
all that you feel
all this you can leave behind
all that you reason
all that you sense
all that you speak
all you dress-up
all that you scheme..."
~ u2
A dusting of snow in the noon sun made a great bokeh backdrop for this little mossy plant in the woods. I was trying out my new camera's articulating LCD screen in live view ...so I didn't have to lie on the ground :-)
A Rosenbauer 115' T-Rex Articulating Platform
On display at FDIC 2019 in Indianapolis, Indiana.
Photo By Derek J. Ewing
Copyright 2019 - All rights reserved.
He's finally complete! I used real sand I got from the beach today after a failed attempt of trying to use Ruskoline I decided to just use the real thing and here we go! He is Hulk sized and is still just as articulate as before!
Tell me what y'all think! Also my version of his backstory is below!
LC Verse Spider-Man
Sandthing - Flint Marko
- Flint Marko was once a military soldier in the army, he under went an experimental procedure for "natural camouflage". Which allowed the subjects body to fuse to its surroundings and become the material temporarily. The experiment was highly risky however Flint agreed to it, after weeks of experimental treatments Flint was ready to put the camouflage to the test. He was placed in a sandy environment in order to take the appearance of it . Unfortunately the experiment didn't go according to plan and Flint deteriorated to a sandy pulp, the experimental procedure was covered up and the remains of Flint were dumped and recycled to a construction company for a cheap price. Unawares that Flints consciousness was still active in the sand mess they abandoned him, he soon awoken and began to take form. Due to him lacking facial features etc he couldn't communicate nor see or hear at the time. He began to rampage through the city in fear until he was defeated by Spider-Man who lured him to the ocean and caused him to deteriorate once more. The remains were then scooped up by Norman Osborns scientific workers disguised as "Damage Control" where they put him under procedures and allowed him to take his abominable form once more giving him the name "Sandthing".
I watched this scene for five or ten minutes, but from the other side of Broadway where my view was somewhat limited. There were one or two moments where I could see the blond woman's face, and that should have been the "decisive moment" when I took a photograph of the scene. But for reasons that I can't explain or even articulate now, I did not take the photo at that point ...
And now, days later, it makes me wonder: how many times do (does?) each of us see a "decisive moment" out on the street -- or at work, or in our home, or anywhere else -- that we don't even recognize as such until later on, when we replay that scene in our minds? Consequently, how many such moments are lost forever, at least in terms of being able to share it with others? Mediocre as this photo is, I suppose it's better than nothing; without it, it would have been something that only I, alone, saw and experienced; and like all memories, it would have faded over time.
In today's world of "free" digital images, I suppose it's a good argument for photographing almost everything you see in your day-to-day life, if it has any chance at all of being such a decisive moment. If the moments turn out to be boring or blasé, you can always delete the digital images, and it will have cost nothing ...
Of course, to do something like that, you have to have a camera with you; but while I've been celebrating (in this Flickr album of iPhone6s photos) the fact that an iPhone-camera is better than no camera at all, it is an embarrassing reminder to me that I should have had a better camera with me, and I should have been ready to use it at a moment's notice, even if a particular scene like this one is an unexpected surprise. I've just come back from a photography workshop (about which I'll blog or write separately at some other time and place) in which we were reminded that we should be pleased if we managed to make one really good photo in a month ... and maybe this could have been that one photo for me. Or maybe not. But (a) I won't know unless I actually take the shot, and (b) in order to take that one fantastic photo each month, I have to be willing to carry a camera bag for the other 29 or 30 days of the month even if I never see any great shots to take. C'est la vie.
A couple of other minor points about this photo: I first noticed the old woman about an hour earlier, when I was walking from my apartment to lunch at the Earth Cafe (scenes of which you can see in this Flickr album), and while I "registered" the scene in my mind, I didn't stop to think about it, or consider taking any photos of it.
I didn't really pay any attention to the scene until a little later in the afternoon, when I noticed the woman with long blond hair bent over and talking to the elderly woman, and occasionally reaching out to stroke her face. At first, I thought the blond woman was someone I know, and the juxtaposition of the two startled me ... and then I saw the little boots, which I realized "my" blonde friend probably would not be wearing. Even so ... what I should have done is walk over to the two women, introduce myself, and try to find out what was going on. I'm convinced that something extraordinary was going on, simple and innocent as it may have been, as indeed it probably was. But I don't really even know what was happening...
... because I was on the wrong side of the street, with nothing but my puny little camera-phone. I guess I should be content with the fact that at least I got something, even if it was only a mediocre snapshot of a moment in life.
But I deserve, you deserve, and we all deserve, better than just "snapshots." So I've renewed my determination to always have my camera bag with me, with at least two cameras in addition to the iPhone6s+ that's always in my pocket. With today's technology, even the "advanced" cameras are so compact and light-weight that there is no excuse for someone like me to do otherwise.
In any case, the moment is now past: there is nothing more I can do about it at this point, other than trying to be better prepared for the future ...
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Sometime in 2014, I created Flickr album for photos that I had started taking with my iPhone5s; and a year later, in the fall of 2014, I started a new Flickr album for photos that I’ve begun taking with my iPhone6, and iPhone6+. But progress doesn’t stop (at least with Apple): as of October 2015, I’ve upgraded once again, to the iPhone6s and 6s+ (yes, both of them) and this new album contains photos created with those camera-phones
In last year’s Flickr album, I wrote, “Whether you’re an amateur or professional photographer, it’s hard to walk around with a modern smartphone in your pocket, and not be tempted to use the built-in camera from time-to-time. Veteran photographers typically sneer at such behavior, and most will tell you that they can instantly recognize an iPhone photo, which they mentally reject as being unworthy of any serious attention.
“After using many earlier models of smartphones over the past several years, I was inclined to agree; after all, I always (well, almost always) had a “real” camera in my pocket (or backpack or camera-bag), and it was always capable of taking a much better photographic image than the mediocre, grainy images shot with a camera-phone.
“But still … there were a few occasions when I desperately wanted to capture some photo-worthy event taking place right in front of me, and inevitably it turned out to be the times when I did not have the “real” camera with me. Or I did have it, but it was buried somewhere in a bag, and I knew that the “event” would have disappeared by the time I found the “real" camera and turned it on. By contrast, the smart-phone was always in my pocket (along with my keys and my wallet, it’s one of the three things I consciously grab every time I walk out the door). And I often found that I could turn it on, point it at the photographic scene, and take the picture much faster than I could do the same thing with a “traditional” camera.
“Meanwhile, smartphone cameras have gotten substantially better in the past few years, from a mechanical/hardware perspective; and the software “intelligence” controlling the camera has become amazingly sophisticated. It’s still not on the same level as a “professional” DSLR camera, but for a large majority of the “average” photographic situations we’re likely to encounter in the unplanned moments of our lives, it’s more and more likely to be “good enough.” The old adage of “the best camera is the one you have with you” is more and more relevant these days. For me, 90% of the success in taking a good photo is simply being in the right place at the right time, being aware that the “photo opportunity” is there, and having a camera — any camera — to take advantage of that opportunity. Only 10% of the time does it matter which camera I’m using, or what technical features I’ve managed to use.
“And now, with the recent advent of the iPhone5s, there is one more improvement — which, as far as I can tell, simply does not exist in any of the “professional” cameras. You can take an unlimited number of “burst-mode” shots with the new iPhone, simply by keeping your finger on the shutter button; instead of being limited to just six (as a few of the DSLR cameras currently offer), you can take 10, 20, or even a hundred shots. And then — almost magically — the iPhone will show you which one or two of the large burst of photos was optimally sharp and clear. With a couple of clicks, you can then delete everything else, and retain only the very best one or two from the entire burst.
“With that in mind, I’ve begun using my iPhone5s for more and more “everyday” photo situations out on the street. Since I’m typically photographing ordinary, mundane events, even the one or two “optimal” shots that the camera-phone retains might not be worth showing anyone else … so there is still a lot of pruning and editing to be done, and I’m lucky if 10% of those “optimal” shots are good enough to justify uploading to Flickr and sharing with the rest of the world. Still, it’s an enormous benefit to know that my editing work can begin with photos that are more-or-less “technically” adequate, and that I don’t have to waste even a second reviewing dozens of technically-mediocre shots that are fuzzy, or blurred.
“Oh, yeah, one other minor benefit of the iPhone5s (and presumably most other current brands of smartphone): it automatically geotags every photo and video, without any special effort on the photographer’s part. Only one of my other big, fat cameras (the Sony Alpha SLT A65) has that feature, and I’ve noticed that almost none of the “new” mirrorless cameras have got a built-in GPS thingy that will perform the geotagging...
“I’ve had my iPhone5s for a couple of months now, but I’ve only been using the “burst-mode” photography feature aggressively for the past couple of weeks. As a result, the initial batch of photos that I’m uploading are all taken in the greater-NYC area. But as time goes on, and as my normal travel routine takes me to other parts of the world, I hope to add more and more “everyday” scenes in cities that I might not have the opportunity to photograph in a “serious” way.”
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Okay, so now it’s October of 2015, and I’ve got the iPhone 6s/6s+. The the camera now has a 12-megapixel lens (instead of the older 8 MP version), and that the internal camera-related hardware/firmware/software is better, too. Obviously, I’ve got the newer iOS9, too, and even on the “old” phones, it now supports time-lapse videos along with everything else.
I’ve still got my pocket camera (an amazing little Sony RX-100 Mark IV, which replaces the Mark III I had last year), and two larger cameras (Sony RX-10 II, and Sony A7 II), but I have a feeling that I won’t even be taking them out of the camera bag when I’m out on the street for ordinary day-to-day walking around.
That will depend, obviously, on what kind of photos and videos the iPhone6s/6s+ camera actually capable of taking … so I’m going to try to use at leas one of them every day, and see what the results look like …
Like I said last year, “stay tuned…”
Sleep
Sleep tonight
And may your dreams
Be realized
If the thunder cloud
Passes rain
So let it rain
Rain down on him
Mmm...mmm...mmm...
So let it be
Mmm...mmm...mmm...
So let it be
Sleep
Sleep tonight
And may your dreams
Be realized
If the thunder cloud
Passes rain
So let it rain
Let it rain
Rain on him
MLK - U2
The development of steam locomotives has seen many strange designs put into service, with the double-Fairlie being one such design. Built to Fairlie's Patent, the locomotive superstructure rests on two articulating power units housing the wheels, cylinders, and drawgear. This design allows large locomotives to navigate the sharp curves typical of most narrow gauge railways.
This example, "David Lloyd George" (or "Dafydd Lloyd George" in Welsh) was built brand new in 1992 at the Ffestiniog Railway's workshops at Boston Lodge. Thanks to the way the Ffestiniog Railway was preserved - it is now the worlds oldest surviving railway company, and one of few remaining companies brought into existance by acts of parliament - David Lloyd George can rightfully be considered the sixth double Fairlie class member, and not a replica.
Subfamily Melanoplinae. For more macro photos beyond 1:1 magnification check out my website.
This is not a focus stack, just a single exposure using flash mounted off-center on an articulating arm, fired through a DIY diffuser. I don't use f/11 when I can do a focus stack b/c diffraction starts to set in at that point on m4/3, but the DOF of f/11 is necessary on a single shot.
mykriteek.com - My spoken audio impressions of the great images I find on Flickr.
Join Ugo and myself as we explore some truly great images and endeavour to articulate what we like about them before the final bell sounds.
If you are a photographer I have featured and want to leave feedback, please feel free to insert a (Flickr photopage linked) thumbnail size image of your critiqued image along with your comment below.
I also regularly check comments I have left on your photopages for any responses, so you can leave feedback there if you prefer.
Thanks so much everyone for such great feedback. I get a thrill out of reading each and every comment! :-)
If you would like to suggest images for a 2/3 episode, then check out the mykriteek flickr group.
oh.. and the image I am looking at above is by yannfaucher and can be found here
An alternate pic of this amazing stranger Ndeye, Stranger #3 from the 100 Strangers Project. Here's the main upload.
www.flickr.com/photos/vijaybrittophotography/28173723645/...
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Meet Ndeye!!!
I was in Bethesda to return a rented lens during a rushed lunch break. By habit though, and hoping to be ready for any potential opportunities that may spring up I carried my camera and am so glad that I did. Its on my way back, and heading towards my parked car, that I noticed this lovely young lady waiting, with her friend, at the light across the street. I am sure a lot of my fellow "stranger" photographers will understand (but is a little difficult to articulate otherwise) some people just are a instant trigger for a photograph and Ndeye would certainly be in that bracket. Though she was at a distance from where I was standing, she stood out immediately - tall, with a upright posture and thick wavy hair. Not to lose a great opportunity I walked briskly and with a quick excuse me made my pitch. Although I am quite used to a occasional refusal, I sincerely hoped that Ndeye would participate. Luckily for me not only was Ndeye open to participating but also walked with me a few minutes to a neutral backdrop that would allow me to only focus on the her terrific face.
Our little conversation during the walk revealed that Ndeye's parents are from Gambia; her name translates to "mother" and interestingly through our shoot she and her friend chatted in Wolof (a Gambian language). She works close by with a Seniors living facility. She loves her job and working with elderly folks - indeed a wonderful sentiment especially for someone so young. Besides that she loves to eat. Though she was hard pressed to think of anything she hated, if she had the power to change anything she indicated it would be eradicate poverty.
Having walked to a appropriate background - in this case it was a large black piece of wood (or similar material) by some construction on a street corner - we shot for a few minutes using some open shade to help despite the midday sun. A more conscious effort on the light is definitely my focus for this round. Her friend patiently stood by - helping with the reflector as requested and occasionally clicking a few pics with a cell phone. I am not sure if others have experienced this - I have a few times - but as soon as I started shooting with the reflector etc in place a lady close-by tried to click a few pics using her phone (probably thinking something important was happening).
Ndeye was a absolute treat to photograph - a attractive young lady walking tall and erect, her orange top complementing a amazing bronze skin tone and strong features with high cheek bones and intense eyes. Above all, she showed tonnes of confidence - she posed and gazed with absolute nonchalance and ease. Personally, though I always see a lot of room of improvement for myself, I really liked how Ndeye's pictures turned out with a little bit of touch up, and had a difficult time to make one selection for the project. One thing that I did not do a good job with - is to bring out the golden nail polish.
Personally, I do think the young lady could consider modelling - a few friends and my wife too agreed and were effusive in their appreciation. I mean with a professional set-up and make-up with a experience photographer, I think she could do really well. What do you think?
Anyways, I did request her for possibly shooting with me again and she agreed - so am definitely looking forward to that.
Thanks a lot Ndeye for taking the time and spending the time doing these pictures. Special thanks to your friend for helping out and also for her patience. It was great making your acquaintance and look forward to shooting with you again.
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
For my other pictures on this project: 100 Strangers - Round 2.
For pictures from my prior attempt at 100 Strangers: 100 Strangers - Round 1.
City street scenes on a winters afternoon in Sydney
I didn’t intend to photograph Luke. In fact, I hadn’t even noticed him. I was shooting my usual subjects when Luke ‘photobombed’ me. We struck up a conversation and he then offered to pose for me which I readily agreed to. He was quite articulate and genuinely interested in seeing the photos I took of him. We had quite a long chat and he told me about his life.
Luke, if you see this, cheers brother!
Gerbera - Worm's Eye View
So pleased my G9 has an articulating rear screen to get down this low and look upwards. The striking yellow Gerbera's remind me of early sunflowers.
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S&P Princess Lara @ MBA
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Isuka Akasma Tattoo
Sumpfschwebfliege auf einer Saatwucherblumenblüte
(Helophilus spec. et Glebionis segetum)
Tamron SP 70-300mm F/4-5.6 Di VC USD + ancillary lens 6 dpt.
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The Benedictine abbey in Praglia lies at the foot of the Euganean Hills, 12 Km from Padua. The monastery was founded between 11th and 12th century by the powerful family of Maltraverso di Montebello.
The abbey complex is the result of a great work of reconstruction carried out between the second half of the XV and the first half of the XVI century. The only visible part of the original medieval building remain the basement of the tower bell. The vastness of the building, the harmonic rationality and equilibrium of the four cloisters articulating the space, the architectonic style in which the late gothic and the incipient renaissance styles are happily integrated, makes the abbey of praglia a remarkable monument of art.
with "Black and White Tweed" Silkstone Barbie in a two piece organza dress by James Bogue for Bogue's Vogues,
To bring our despair into consciousness would reveal our exhausted spirits, our broken communities, and our violent relationships at home and abroad...
Lamentations’ testimony is bitter, raw, and largely unhealed. Its poems use “wounded words” (Forché 41-46) to illumine pain and resist God's acts in the world. In its ragged struggles to articulate suffering and arrive at hope, it peers into wounds and raises fierce questions about God. Aggressively confronting suffering and resolutely refusing to whitewash truth, Lamentations has become for me a mirror of my wounds and of the wounds of the world. For all its brutality, I find in it an invitation to life.
-Lamentations and the Tears of the World, Kathleen M. O’Connor
trustom pond nwr
wakefield, ri
10/11/2020
didn't post this before, even though i liked it, because i could not articulate a subject. three weeks until i realized: i don't care.
3 people, 3 slices of life... everyday life... happening at the same time...
Whoever we are, wherever we are... our everyday life is made up of such moments that cross each other and come and go, come and go, come and go... all the time... incessantly...
These moments are quite often ignored, overlooked, forgotten...
But they still insist... and come and go, come and go, come and go... incessantly...
"Explored" on June 1, 2008.
Στᾶθι κἄντα φίλοσ,....
καὶ τὰν ἔπ᾽ ὄσσοισ ἀμπέτασον χάριν. [transcription]
Face me, my dear one...and unveil the grace in thine eyes.( Sappho)
Eros (Greek: Ἔρως), or Aros in Greek mythology, was the primordial god of lust, beauty, love, and intercourse; he was also worshipped as a fertility deity. His Roman counterpart was Cupid, "desire", also known as Amor, "love". (wikipedia)
Unwords
He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He
a solitary man.
poem by
Nichita Stanescu
'Over the top'
The bell tower of the church is the uppermost structure of the town, which articulate underneath it in progressively larger and lower arches. Pontito, Pescia (PT), Italy. © Michele Marcolin, 2010. © Michele Marcolin, 2010. E-3 + Zuiko 12-60mm f/2.8-4.0
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The fortified town of Pontito (749 meters above sea level), known since the 9th century as a possession of the bishops of Lucca, stands close to the source of the Pescia river. The village has retained its structure of fortified town intact over the centuries; inside it, the built-up area is organized according to a particular pyramid shape, where at the top stands the Church of SS. Andrea e Lucia, a robust stone construction of Romanesque origin. A walk inside this town, whose shape resembles an inverted fan lying on the soft uncontaminated nature, reveals to the eye of the visitor artistic signs of a remarkable level that once expressed the dignity of the place. Of the surrounding walls and the keep that used to stand behind the church, very little remains. The town lies at about 15 km from the city of Pescia, far into the deep of the mountains, thing that preserved it in time, but which also marked its fate, making it today a ghostly town which wakes up only in summer, due to its difficult access.
it's late. i'm tired.
the blasting breeze breathing through the window feels like my head
running though sheets of flying, swarming insects.
the air is alive. i can smell it.
the scent is of boat. am i on a boat?
the s.s. babushka sails as my fellow passengers articulate about non-sense.
who are these peculiar persons?
some of these, i've known all my life and keep them very close to my heart.
others are just insane. i keep them very close to my mind.
they are all very devious. they all hold futures that are too great for them to realize.
what about me? why are we together?
it seems that fate has brought them all together because of yours truly.
or maybe it's just an error in time, i can't remember. it's late.
as we run into a giant mountain, or cliff, or canyon, or hill, i feel very enthusiastic.
i want to be at the top of the biggest balloon in the sick and twisted planet that we call home.
they do not understand me.
or maybe, i can't comprehend them.
i am very complex and naturalism is very complicated.
it's not. i was lying.
i always seem to lie to myself,
yet, i never lie to them.
i wouldn't dare..
let's pretend we're the birth of a new species.
when we decide to go to a graveyard, monotony strikes over.
we go to graveyards all the time,
yet i stroll feverishly along the woods at midnight.
the moon, shining upon the gravestones, shifts back and forth to reveal
monsters on the ground, and reveals a hand popping out of the ground.
myself, fro, and cullen are all walking in the back,
trying to get the screams and sightings off our minds,
our captain leads us back to doris, who scoops us up in her bosom
and makes me realize of the danger that i had just escaped.
someone behind me puts her arm around me.
i think about the color of my future, sit, and ponder.
i had just forgot.
i can not whistle.
Murphy expresses his joy... The pirate reference: he articulates "Argh!" while rolling like this (lots of practice at home on our carpets, post-morning walk). Emma Wood State Beach, California.
While studying photography in Pathshala, I developed new technical and aesthetic skills at an academic level and gained a fresh perspective on seeing the world around me. However, I still felt that something was missing. That missing piece was the ability to articulate aesthetics through language and to experience aesthetics with the basis of life itself.
During this time, I developed a deep desire to understand philosophy. Within a few months, I decided to pursue academic studies in philosophy. There were two main reasons behind this decision: first, to gain knowledge of philosophy, and second, to reshape my photographic view point through a philosophical angle—essentially, to integrate aesthetics with philosophy.
As I delved into this complex subject, I found myself particularly influenced by three philosophical ideologies: the philosophy of Nihilism, Engels and Marx’s materialism, and Gautama Buddha’s theory of Functionalism. These perspectives began shaping my understanding of life, humanity, society, and aesthetics. My way of seeing the world started to transform.
Nihilism and materialist philosophy argue that humans are not a special species. According to Buddha, life itself is full of suffering. Since humans are not inherently special and life has no predetermined purpose, people often experience restlessness. My photographs reflect this idea through landscapes, where excessive negative space in the frame symbolizes despair, purposelessness, and solitude in human life. Most people live under the illusion that they are unique compared to the surroundings. This belief prevents them from feeling truly connected to nature.
Lalon once said, "He and Lalon exist together, yet they are separated by infinite distance." Even though humans exist within nature, they somehow remain detached from it. In my frames, vast negative spaces with tiny human figures symbolize this very detachment. Here, nature is immense, and humans are small—serving as a reminder that humanity is not any superior to nature.
The mist in my photographs enhances the minimalist effect, further detaching people from their surroundings. The presence of human-made structures in the background represents our ongoing struggle to prove our superiority. However, the blurred, barely visible architecture behind the fog reflects the failure of this pursuit. Humanity is trapped in this endless contradiction, deepening its existential despair. Meanwhile, the fog thickens, and the distance between humans and nature continues to grow.
'Sam' still 'rides' his horse,
flowers bloom from the rain.
But, where are the 'kiddies',
to ride the red train ?
"No matter" says he with a
'click-a-de clack'.
"I'll make my rounds daily
on my 'lonely' track
The children will come
another fine day...
for grandpa and grandma
will bring them to play"
Oh! The zoo and the Park !
But, you know it's in 'vain'
to say "we've had fun"
and not ride the red train.
So, unite young and old;
it's still quite a 'lark'
to ride the red train
round ole Herman's Park.
orig. poem and photo by Ron Gann
(dedicated to one who shared his great love of trains with me...but, never got to ride...for you, Gary !)
Voglio mettere un punto.
Un punto a tutto quello che è successo
in ste due settimane.
E ricominciare.
Mi sono incasinata la vita di più in questi pochi giorni che in tutti i miei 20anni.
Mercedes Benz Citaro O530G Articulate.
New to Go North East as 5340
Preserved (current livery) from Go Ahead Brighton and Hove
Halifax BusDay 2023
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
(Hermann Hesse)
Mischief 1972 made me hesitate about the previous quote. Not deleting it, but adding this one :
You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.
(Sri Chinmoy)
If you ever need an excellent vibrating back massage then between the cars on the Paris Metro is the place to go.
Men always want to be a woman's first love; women have a more subtle instinct: what they like is to be a man's last romance.
Oscar Wilde
I’ve been journaling a lot lately, for me it’s a way to articulate to myself and see the bigger picture. Things have been a bit all over the place and now trying to focus on too many things at once which has made the journey a bit of a struggle. But there’s always a silver lining!
Life can be viewed as a balancing act or rather a tipping scale. At any given point in time you will have your priorities and needs and wants while on the other hand there will be the things you’ve been neglecting or choosing not to focus on. And so you decide to take those things out of the closet and start balancing them back into your life. There is not enough time in a single day to get everything done so you have to choose what gets done. It’s easy to fall into habits or put it on auto pilot and sometimes reintroducing something back into your life can feel like a struggle. But I’m finding the more I just set a schedule for those things and not get psychological about it, it gets done and I can check it off the list. As I play with this game of balancing it has become apparent that in time those things that once seemed so tedious and complex have softened and become part of life, the part where you don’t have to think so much but rather do. Yeah life can be toilsome but in hindsight it’s worth the work and what once was so overwhelming has been integrated into simplicity by putting one foot in front of the other.
They round all around and they're bigger on the bottom,
Small round the top and we're glad we've got 'em.
And they're egg shaped,
coz they're Eggs.
Every bird you ever heard..
Lays eggs
~ Play School
My model has all the features one would expect of a fighter jet, including opening canopy, folding wings, articulating horizontal stabilizers, airbrake, and (not seen here) arrestor hook.
Poco dopo l’aurora mi sveglia il latrare dei cani, rabbioso e così presente: eppure così distante, da qualche posto che non conosco, oltre la collina. Dietro le trasparenze della tenda, e oltre la finestra, il cielo è incolore, freddo. Esattamente come qualsiasi nuovo giorno che nasce senza di te.
Mi volto dall’altra parte, richiudo gli occhi e scivolo via alla ricerca della deriva.
Oltre il bordo, alla ricerca del sogno interrotto che già ho dimenticato ma che vorrei tanto ritrovare, fosse solo per il senso di tepore che è ancora qui, simile alla stretta di un abbraccio, proprio dentro di me.
Tu dici sempre che è solo tempo perso, tempo sottratto alla veglia che non tornerà più: che fuori c’è un mondo intero che gira e si avvolge su se stesso, e che aspetta me, che aspetta te. Come un globo in fiamme che corre lungo l’arco dell’orizzonte e non si può fermare.
Lo dici ma non puoi sapere di tutte le notti che – come sospesi fuori dal tempo - camminiamo attraverso le foreste pietrificate dell’Asia, lungo la curva di una spiaggia deserta, attraverso una pioggia battente e verso il tramonto.
Lo dici ma non puoi immaginare di tutte le volte che – mentre camminiamo in questo fitto silenzio che precede l’alba - mi stringi la mano, mi copri di baci, mi mostri come volare.
Camminiamo ancora, ti prego.
Le stelle stanotte sono così luminose e ci mostreranno il sentiero.
Il resto lo faranno i tuoi occhi.
Possiamo andare lontano.
© Marco Ortolani Kuemmel
I drink to you and toast your name
A name that I don't know
I think of you and see a face
A face that never shows
The lips I never kissed
Are lips I can't forget
The dress you never wore
On the day we never met
The name I never whispered
As it echoed in my mind
The man I never was
The sweet thing that's not mine
(The Day We Never Met - Crash Test Dummies)
God does not necessarily choose a person who is very skilled or successful ("equipped") to begin with to fulfill His mission. He equips the person whom he chooses - for example, in the book of Exodus, God chooses Moses to lead His people. Moses argues that he is not eloquent or articulate enough for the task, but God assures him that he will be able to accomplish the task at hand, with the help of his brother Aaron