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I hate not being able to articulate what I want to say. It drives me crazy. I hate when people will "let me know then" but they never do. I hate how everyone just drifts away. & I hate the fact that I live in a country where it's cheaper to buy a cheeseburger than a bag of carrots.
So, what do you guys hate?
Anger
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Some scholars believe that the name "carnation" comes from "coronation" or "corone" (flower garlands), as it was one of the flowers used in Greek ceremonial crowns.
Carnations are often worn on special occasions, especially at weddings.
At the turn of the century dandies would not leave the house without a white or red carnation in the buttonhole of their suit. With the end of this tradition and the fact that carnations are so easily cultivated and grown, the flower has lost some of its popularity. Although apparently in the UK it is still the most sold flower…
However, carnations are not only beautiful and long lasting flowers, they also send a message.
When you receive a red carnation bouquet, it means, "My heart aches for you" and when you receive white carnations the sender is saying: "I am still available."
For the most part, carnations express love, fascination, and distinction.
I wanted a bit of drama here and lots of detail in those 'feathered' beauties...
Have a gentle day and thanx for viewing, Magda (*_*)
She’s still in the box but she appears curvy articulates.
I think it’s so cool to see Mattel’s diversity. I get happy when I see different AA tones and hair textures, so I can only imagine how a Muslim woman collector feels.
#sheismorethanherreligion
#sheismorethanherhijab
#youcanbeanything
“…a walking engine of glittering metal, striding now across the heather; articulate ropes of steel dangling from it…a great body of machinery on a tripod stand”
The vision must be followed by the venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps - we must step up the stairs.
(Vance Havner)
Appalachian Trail near Kent, Connecticut. This is a repeat of a group of trees I've photographed a lot as they're quite spectacular. I wanted to try them with the Fuji X70 and that's what's used here.
There are two groups of tulip trees in this area and this is two separate trees close together. I've also shot another single tree with three trunks that's about 20 feet to my right as this picture is taken.
The Fuji X70 makes this kind of shot easy and fun with its articulating LCD screen. I continue to be very pleased with the camera. I updated my copy of Lightroom so it can read X70 RAW files and this is a converted RAW file. Frankly, the Fuji X70's JPEGs are of such high quality I probably won't shoot RAW all that much unless I know I'll be in an artificial light situation where I'll need to adjust white balance.
Esperimenti con Photoshop. Il lavoro che vedete qui è una rielaborazione dello scatto originale (molto articolata direi).
Di solito tendo a non strafare con Photoshop e a usarlo con adeguata moderazione, giusto qualche correzione qua e là sulle alte luci, saturazione, contrasto etc. etc.
Ultimamente però ho visto alcuni tutorial su YouTube su come sfocare lo sfondo, enfatizzare il soggetto, insomma creare proprio uno scatto che con l'originale ha ben poco a che fare. Quindi mi son detto "perché non provare?". Devo dire che il risultato ha sorpreso anche me, oltre ad aver scoperto molto funzioni di Photoshop che erano a me del tutto sconosciute, mi sono divertito parecchio... rimango però fedele alla mia idea, ovvero di non utilizzare Photoshop per creare dei "falsi" ma per intraprendere piccole migliorie e correzioni.
Alcuni dei tutorial che ho visto su YouTube:
Experiments with Photoshop. The work you see here is a reworking of the original shot (very articulate I would say).
Usually I don't tend to overdo with Photoshop and to use it with adequate moderation, just some correction here and there on highlights, saturation, contrast etc. etc.
Lately, however, I have seen some tutorials on YouTube on how to blur the background, emphasize the subject, in short, create a shot that with the original has very little to do. So I told myself "why not try?". I must say that the result surprised me too, in addition to having discovered a lot of Photoshop functions that were completely unknown to me, I enjoyed a lot ... but I remain faithful to my idea, that is not to use Photoshop to create "fakes" "but to undertake small improvements and corrections.
Some of the tutorials I saw on YouTube:
© Alessio Bertolone 2018 | All rights reserved
The clouds prepare for battle
in the dark and brooding silence.
Bruised and sullen stormclouds
have the light of day obscured.
Looming low and ominous
in twilight premature
thunderheads are rumbling
In a distant overture...
All at once, the clouds are parted.
Light streams down in bright unbroken beams...
Follow men's eyes as they look to the skies.
The shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams...
Neil Peart
This is the little candy coloured, corrugated tin tabernacle church, St Philips in Hassall Green, my daughter has decided she wants to get married in. And I shall do everything I can to make it possible for her if that is her wish even if it means plying someone with copious amounts of alcohol to go and climb up and sit in one of the overhead sign gantries over the nearby M6 motorway and pretend they are suicidal so that the Police stop all the traffic and reduce the noise for a few hours during the ceremony.
But seriously, I want her and her children and generations to come to grow up and live in a free and democratic country where ordinary people determine the laws and who governs them.
So I wish to apologise to my fellow citizens and friends across Europe that should my actions in voting to LEAVE the EU cause our neighbours to suffer through a weakened Europe, I'm sorry, but I must put my children, and my children's children, and their future, first in my mind. I must do what I think is best for Britain and its people, in the belief that our struggle may also precipitate change in Europe that may also free its peoples from the clutches of the EU.
Throughout this long and often acrimonious referendum campaign, the most striking fact about the Remainers is that they have failed to articulate a single positive reason for staying in the EU.
Instead, they have subjected voters to a barrage of scaremongering, with the aid of a once proudly independent Civil Service, pinning all their hopes on persuading the British people that the dangers of withdrawing from Brussels outweigh the many drawbacks of belonging to it.
In doing so, they have had to seek the support of the likes of Jeremy Corbyn, Ed Miliband, Gordon Brown and Tony Blair — from the very party voters rightly rejected at the last election on the grounds that they couldn’t be trusted.
The European Commission, which proposes European Law, is undemocratic - neither its lawmakers nor its 85,000 bureaucrats (only 3.6 per cent of whom are British) are accountable through the ballot box
But then the EU is an edifice built on lies — starting with the blatant untruth, peddled when we signed up to the Common Market in 1973, that we were joining nothing more threatening than a tariff-free trading zone, which would involve no sacrifice of sovereignty.
More than 40 years on, some 50 or 60 per cent of our laws and 70 per cent of regulations are dictated to us by Brussels, whose power is only matched by its incompetence, corruption and hunger to impose ever more statist regulations on 28 utterly diverse member nations.
And though we do less than 10 per cent of our total business with the EU — with 80 per cent of our trade being within the UK — every firm in the country must submit to its throttling red tape.
Then there’s the great lie that the EU is a guarantor of prosperity for its members. In truth, while the economies of other countries have forged ahead, the Continent’s share of global commerce has been shrinking for decades. Meanwhile, the proportion of the UK’s overseas trade that we conduct with our partner nations has actually declined since we joined, from about 55 to 45 per cent.
As for the 19 countries locked into the catastrophic, one-size-fits-all single currency — the very apotheosis of the European dream of ever closer political and economic union — just ask the jobless young people of Greece, Spain or France if the euro has underpinned their prosperity.
Indeed, in Greece, crushed in bankruptcy by arrogant German intransigence, daily living is a nightmare. In other parts of southern Europe, youth unemployment is a terrifying 50 per cent and more, with half a generation’s prospects of a decent life sacrificed on the altar of EU empire-building.
Or take Italy, a country with an economy roughly comparable in size to our own. Its growth rate over the past eight years has been just 3 per cent. In the same period, free from the shackles of the euro, Britain has grown 35 per cent.
Yet far from realising their mistake and helping those whose lives have been laid waste by the single currency, Europe’s political elites are pressing ahead with the project, determined — in the face of bitter opposition from the people — to achieve ever closer political and economic union.
Next, there’s the lie that the EU is popular with those it governs, spreading peace and harmony between nations. Certainly, this was among its founding fathers’ dreams, when Europe lay ravaged by World War II. The reality has turned out very differently.
A survey earlier this year by Pew, the highly respected U.S. think tank, found that 61 per cent in France had unfavourable feelings about Brussels, as did 71 per cent of Greeks and 48 per cent of Spaniards. Even in Germany, whose exports have benefited from the weak euro, 44 per cent were against the EU.
Unsurprisingly, then, with deep racial and national fissures opening up and barbed wire fences dividing countries, tensions within Europe are perhaps greater than at any time since the War. Witness the alarming rise of far-Right and far-Left parties — Golden Dawn in Greece, the Freedom Party in Austria, AFD in Germany, the National Front in France and Communism resurgent.
We needn’t look far for the explanation. For not only is the euro destroying livelihoods, but the madness that is the free movement of peoples has brought waves of migrants sweeping across Europe, depressing wages, putting immense strain on housing and public services, undermining our security against criminals and terrorists — and making communities fear for their traditional ways of life.
Which brings us to David Cameron’s deceptions over migration. The first was his ‘no ifs, no buts’ pledge to bring numbers down to manageable levels by 2020, promising in his manifesto to aim for a net figure of less than 100,000 a year.
Even as he made that pledge, as his former guru Steve Hilton exposed devastatingly in yesterday’s Mail, he had been ‘directly and explicitly’ warned by civil servants that it would be impossible to keep while we remained members of the EU.
Yet he went ahead and made it anyway. But then who cares, when votes are at stake, if our population is spiralling towards an estimated 80 million by 2039? As for the effects of demographic upheaval, a dramatic 8 per cent increase in just a year in the number of primary school pupils in class sizes over the ‘legal limit’ of 30 has recently been revealed.
Then there is the PM’s second deception on migration — so obviously untrue that he even seems increasingly embarrassed to repeat it. This is his claim that the frankly pathetic ‘reforms’ he secured during his humiliating tour of European capitals will have any impact on numbers.
Indeed, his failed renegotiation demonstrates another unpalatable truth about the EU — that it is institutionally incapable of meaningful reform. After all, if the Brussels bureaucracy refuses to listen to the British public’s concerns with a referendum gun held at its head by its second biggest contributor, what hope can there be that it will mend its ways if we vote to remain?
And reform it desperately needs. Not even the most passionate of Remain campaigners have dared to suggest the 28-member bloc is democratically run.
Neither its lawmakers nor its 85,000 bureaucrats (only 3.6 per cent of whom are British) are accountable through the ballot box to the 500 million people they rule. And how many of us can name our MEP?
No, the irrefutable fact is that the EU is ruled by a secretive, unelected commission, whose diktats are backed by a court able to override elected democracies.
True, we cannot predict exactly what will happen if we pull out (though we can surely be confident that the EU won’t want to inflict damage on itself by erecting trade barriers against the world’s fifth biggest economy and a huge net buyer of its exports). But then nor can we know what the EU will do next if we vote to remain.
But we can make educated guesses. For one, Brussels has long set its sights on establishing a European army (and how significant that so many of our top generals and admirals support Brexit). And it is only for the duration of our referendum campaign that it has shelved policies that threaten serious damage to the City, British ports and our dominance of the global art market.
Indeed, our service industries (which are not subject to the single market) have long been the envy of Germany and France, which crave more of the action for themselves. There can be little doubt that they would take a Remain vote as their cue to seize it.
Meanwhile, with Albania, Macedonia, Montenegro, and Serbia set to join, the EU continues its relentless expansion.
Mr Cameron has desperately tried to silence talk of Turkey’s application for membership, which would give its 80 million largely Muslim population the right to free movement.
But how can we trust a Prime Minister who told Turkish journalists six years ago: ‘I will remain your strongest possible advocate for EU membership. This is something I feel very passionately about?’
True, the EU is loved by its greatest beneficiaries — Europe’s political elites, the mighty corporations that spend millions lobbying Brussels, determined to get the bureaucrats to enforce their monopolies. Then there are the unscrupulous banks such as Goldman Sachs and fat cats such as Richard Branson and the egregious euro-supporting George Soros, who made a fortune from almost destroying the Bank of England.
Indeed, it is the EU fervour of these globalised elites, telling democracies how to vote, that has enraged working class communities in Britain who, more than anyone, have had to cope with mass migration and have every right to feel abandoned.
No, if the Remainers have been unable to make a positive popular case for our membership, this is because the task is virtually impossible. But the irony is that there is a wonderfully positive case to be made for withdrawal.
Steve Hilton, former spin doctor for David Cameron, has backed the Leave campaign. He told the Mail on Tuesday how Cameron had been warned by civil servants that it would be impossible to keep the promise to reduce migration to the 'tens of thousands'
David Cameron has deceived the nation over migration. There was a ‘no ifs, no buts’ pledge to bring numbers down to manageable levels by 2020. Migrants and refugees escorted by Slovenian soldiers and police officers in 2015 (pictured)
A vote to leave would enable us to fulfil our destiny as one of the world’s greatest trading nations, free to strike deals with any country we like. It would also give us back our seats on international bodies, instead of being one voice in 28, represented by a bureaucrat without our interests at heart.
Remainers are fond of branding Leavers as ‘little Englanders’. But there is nothing petty-minded about being proud of our traditions and history as a great seafaring country, with enterprise in our DNA, unafraid to reach out to Europe and beyond — especially as that is now where the wealth increasingly lies.
Indeed, it is a sclerotic EU, with its terror of competing with the great economies of the world (to this day, it has no trade deals with America, China, Japan, Brazil or India) which is backward-looking and locked into the past.
Our ancestors shed oceans of blood to uphold and defend this country’s right to govern itself, pass its own laws, raise its own taxes and — most pertinently — get rid of politicians when they abuse our trust. Why on earth should we now want to belong to a dysfunctional club that denies us these rights — a club with an imploding economy, pursuing a frankly mad policy of open borders which, if not checked, will lead to violence between the ugly left and ugly Right across Europe?
The truth is that no one — apart, it seems, from a plutocratic elite — knows what will happen if we choose Brexit. We do know, however, that as the world’s fifth largest economy we should be able to forge deals with countries keen to sell to our affluent consumers.
We do know that the Germans will still hunger to sell us their cars, the Spaniards to welcome our currency-rich holidaymakers, and the world will want the unique skills of the City of London. And if the pound falls, that will be good for exports, as it was when the Exchange Rate Mechanism collapsed.
It was Tony Benn who said in the last referendum in 1975 that Britain was signing up for something that was undemocratic and run in the interest of elites. ‘I can think of no body outside the Kremlin that has such power without a shred of accountability,’ he declared.
If you believe in the sovereignty of this country, its monarchy, its unwritten constitution and its judicial system; if you believe in the will of the people and don’t want to be ruled by faceless bureaucrats; if you are concerned about uncontrolled immigration; if you wish to control the destiny of the UK; if you want a government you can vote for and in turn vote out of office if it breaks its promises; and if you believe in Britain, its culture, history and freedoms, there is only one way to vote. Brexit.
This is our one chance. We must seize it.
I vote for my children's future. I vote for a better and fairer Britain. I vote for freedom and democracy (for all of Europe). I vote LEAVE.
(Do I need to apologise for doing that?)
taken with Nikon Coolpix - the first camera I owned which had the same articulating screen which I love to this day, now on my Lumix GH2.
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
[Stayin alive-Bee Gees]
'Twould ease - a butterfly -
Elate - a Bee -
Thou'rt neither -
Neither - thy capacity -
But, Blossom, were I,
I would rather be
Thy moment
Than a Bee's eternity -
Content of fading
Is enough for me -
Fade I unto Divinity -
And Dying - Lifetime -
Ample as the eye -
Her least attention raise on me -
Emily Dickinson
perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
Sylvia Plath
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
I was just rummaging through my drawers then some components joined together and something like this emerged!
Microscope lens with iPhone
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.
'What do you fear my lady?'
'A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond beyond recall or desire.'
J.R.R. Tolkien
Vinod is a pehlwan (Indian wrestler) who allowed me to take some pictures during his training last January.
As he was very easy with the camera I asked him to become one of my models for the catalogue of our new collection.
I took this picture a few hours ago at sunrise at the Akhara which is near scindia ghat in Vanarasi (Benaras).
The sun was reflecting from river Ganga and providing this golden light.
We were having a break and Vinod was showing what kind of actor he is.
On this portrait he looks like a victorious Roman general at the time of his triumph, where he would relinquish the title of Imperator as well as his imperium.
RED HALO is a collection of household linen based in Benaras (Varanasi – India) providing work to people who were living with difficulties and education to children.
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To obtain this image of the magnificent LDS temple in St. Louis, Missouri, I placed the camera almost onto the ground and used its articulating LCD screen to line up the shot. Even so, the image was tilted and needed to be corrected and some of the taller grass blades in the immediate foreground needed to be removed during post processing.
The LDS temple is a prominent landmark on the North Outer Forty—just west of its junction with I-270—in the St. Louis suburb of Town and Country. The public is welcome to walk the grounds of the temple to admire the beautifully landscaped gardens and to feel the peace that abides about this holy edifice.
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"Porque la deje
¿Por que la deje?
No sé
Solo sé que se me fue"
Na estrada com a maior chuva do mundo, muito brava por não poder fotografar esse caminho lindo.
Para vcs minhas queridas amigas Mel e Zezinhaa
Soundtrack: Ilusión -Julieta Venegas e Marisa Monte
This picture was shot along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras)n it was early in the morning, at sunrise.
This kid was enjoying jumping in the holy waters with two of his friends.
He was jumping in the reflections of the sun like a bird of fire, forgetting the fresh water of winter.
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A random picture to show the articulability points.
The newborn Doll took Mari's shred and crafted a ribbon out of it, with which teleported Basher from the lab to the cell. Though damaged, she hugged the girl and got her free, charging against any pirates on the way. The summoning was short, but Mari had enough time to leave Aigara in the lab where Remi was. Avoiding the pirates as hard as she could, Aigara managed to get to Remi's purse, and infuriated, took out a bullet from it. You can guess who was summoned next, and the results of it.
Tha Pirates managed to survive, yet their luck not. As they were found by Requia's ships... And by that time she was aware of what happened.
*glups*
I really don’t know how to articulate how much I was dying and going to photographic heaven today. The stormy weather provided such a wonderful element to this 1950’s shoot that Dolly styled to perfection, she and Adam looked like models for a magazine! It’s kind of awesome to get hired to do shoots like this, because it is nothing but fun the whole time and never boring.
A great additional element here for my diorama hangar scene a articulation boom lift which provide lifting versatility to reach pilot cockpit within the mecha. There is a hidden extended floor design at the platform.
I am the selfish one, an ignorant, toxic, a mess, naïve and stupid retard, attention whore, narcissistic passive aggressive manipulative cunt, borderline impulsive, without self-respect.
I am guilty.
I got lost. I became a live experiment of mixing drugs with alcohol over a long period of time. My behavior changed drastically. I hurt people. I hurt myself. Yet I believed in friendship, love and understanding. I shouldn’t though. Cause when you are all that, you simply don’t deserve it. Things that were real become a lie.
I am the one to blame.
WMSR 1309 rounds the curve under the CSX Mountain Subdivision in Cumberland, MD with the 3:30 PM Polar Express train in tow. The sharp curve here shows the articulated steam locomotive pivoting around.
Of all the things I could think to say about the anniversary of my sister’s passing, this is all I could articulate today.
Theme: Devoid Of Color
Year Nine Of My 365 Project
I hope you don't be tired to see her, because I really want to take pictures of her everytime!!
~~
About her body... You knew that I was waiting a liv body... Well, I've bought a wrong Daniela body. It isn't totally articulate. It can't sit or articulate her knees... U_U So, I decided to give a new opportunity to Volks body...
The epoch begins when the apotheosis of ideals are drawn in the sand. It is assumed that the approach of a visionary would be to follow the ways of the presuppositions that have been set in stone; yet, the complexity of matters do not always articulate a linear path. One can choose to traverse the dreaded-track, one that is designed to cause even the mightiest to falter; yet, one can imagine that now with the banners risen and with the bridges burnt, the trek forward will not be hindered by the bruises inflicted beneath ones feet; standing and feeling one's worth, assuming the role of fuel and of fire both to find a place where sight begins.
(This image was captured in May 2016)
I found this calendar painted over the wall of a deserted monastery, habilitated as concentration camp during the last months of the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939). March 1939, several letters (“carta” in Spanish) and one festivity day (San José) are still freshly remarked, beside what looks like some bullet marks.
The last marked day is the 31st March, 1939. On 1st April 1939, General Franco announced through the radio his famous declaration of victory “Today, captive and disarmed the red Army, the National troops have reached their last military objectives. The war is over”.
Many other calendars, names and dates, drawings of food, planes, bombs, etc., fulfilled the walls of a big dark and deserted room. The mood of that place were real insane and I felt it during some time after taking the pictures...
If your interested, there is another shot from that place :
This was my third trip to the Tetons and Jackson. The first two I was alone, traveling up over the weekend on a long business stay in Salt Lake City. This time I was on vacation with my wife, my folks and my sister's family.
When I first saw the Grand Tetons I thought about my wife and how she would love this place. As we drove out of Yellowstone, through the South Entrance I told my wife and my folks to keep looking out the window to the right. I promised them they will be surprised by the sight. We came around a bend in the road, then rising straight up from a flat plain, unencumbered by foothills....
They were not disappointed.
"The Yogi is greater than the ascetics; he is thought greater than even men of knowledge.
The Yogi is greater than men of action.
Therefore, O Arjuna, be a Yogi."
(From the Gita, Upanishad, the Ordinance of Yoga, the discourse between Krishna and Arjuna)
A yogi (Sanskrit, feminine root: yogini) is a term for a male practitioner of various forms of the path of Yoga, maintaining a steadfast mind, the process of transcending the lower self through daily practices.
This word is often used to describe a monk or a householder who is devoted to meditation.
The Shiva-Samhita text defines the yogi as someone who knows that the entire cosmos is situated within his own body, and the Yoga-Shikha-Upanishad distinguishes two kinds of yogins: those who pierce through the "sun" (surya) by means of the various yogic techniques and those who access the door of the central conduit (sushumna-nadi) and drink the nectar.
This Yogi who seems to be ageless was in a little house with opened walls which is near river Ganga in Varanasi (Benaras).
It was three days ago as I was rooming around the ghats with my friends Rajesh, Eloise and Prabhat.
Then we took pictures of the same subjects but it is interesting to see how different our styles can be in our photostreams.
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we say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. we say we love trees, yet we cut them down. and people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved
anonymous
my head is above water now
my lungs breathe deep the joy of air
my vision is no longer clouded now
my eyes see the colorful sorrow of truth
in all of its beauty
I took this picture last evening as I was walking down the stairs leading to the Golden Temple in Amritsar.
It was before sunset, later I met Marina, the lady who is wearing sunglasses, she is from Brazil but we spoke in French, it was nice to share a few words with her by the Pool of the Nectar.
The Golden Temple (informal name in Sikhism), is the most sacred and holiest shrine of Sikhism (the holy-of-holies of Sikhism).
The official name of the Temple in Sikhism is: Harmandir Sahib or Darbar Sahib, (Punjabi: ਹਰਿਮੰਦਰ ਸਾਹਿਬ ) which means literally (Harmandir Sahib meaning: The Abode of God).
It is located in Amritsar (meaning: The Pool of the Nectar of Immortality), the holiest city in Sikhism, in the state of Punjab, India.
Sikh devotees, for whom the Temple is a symbol of infinite freedom and spiritual independence, come to the Temple from all over the world to enjoy its environs and offer their prayers.
The Gold plating on the Golden temple makes it so unique and the reflection in the water gives an etherial beauty to the whole complex.
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The Suprasternal Notch is the indentation at the base of a woman's throat that so obsessed the English Patient. So here it is, and it has good reason to compel with its sensuality.
We rely upon artists to articulate what most of us can only feel in joy and sorrow. Whenever I feel my courage wavering I rush to them. They will give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resilience to push on. --Helen Hayes
Using the articulating screen on my Nikon D850 you can get right down to ground level, as this image shows. No more having to lie flat out on a wet, woodland floor.
One of my favourite things of this Doill is that she's the most fun to play with. It's very articulate and poses very well <3
This picture is #3 in the 100 Strangers Project - Round 2
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.
Da Gesta così minute,
Un Fiore, o un Libro,
Sono piantati i semi dei sorrisi -
Che fioriscono nel buio.
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By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted -
Which blossom in the dark.
Emily Dickinson
EXPLORE #374, 25 MAGGIO 2008
“The oldest living city in the world”.
The day before yesterday after taking photos for our new catalogue, we left the akhara which is nearby river Ganga and as I was walking through the narrow streets of Kashi, the oldest part of Varanasi (Benaras), I saw this yellow door of a little temple opened.
Inside this couple, probably a priest and a devotee, were doing a puja at the feet of Nandi (नंदी), the gate keeper of Shiva in Hindu mythology.
A statue of Nandi facing the main shrine is seen in most Shiva temples.
As the sheep is to Christianity, the cow is to Hinduism.
Lord Krishna was a cowherd, and the bull is depicted as the vehicle of Lord Shiva.
Today the cow has almost become a symbol of Hinduism.
I took a few snaps and I was trying not to disturb this moment of “spiritual intimacy”.
I could listen to the chants of young brahams from another temple nearby, some people were coming for morning worship, some others were selling them flowers and a few beggars were silently waiting along the walls.
In a way it was unreal to feel all those people living in God’s embrace but this is what makes this city so special.
It was around 8 o’clock, the city of Lights was wakening since an hour.
I was in the rush, I had to reach a main road in the chowk in order to catch a rickshaw to go back to the office.
This picture is for Marine who likes my images without stardust and swirls...
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