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"floating here
like this with you
underneath the stars
aligned
for 13 billion years
the view
it's beautiful
and ours alone tonight
underneath the stars
spinning round
and round with you
watching shadows
melt the lights
so shining
from our eyes
a tear
another space is ours
alone tonight
watch as shadows melt
the waves, break
the waves, break
whisper in my ear, a wish
"we could drift away so far"
your voice
inside of my head
like this
it's infinite
the hours alone tonight
we could drift away...."
~ the cure
inspired by little miss sunshine... your star shines bright girl.
texture by rephotography
I especially wanted to post this shot taken at Catcott Heath a few days ago, because it shows something you don't often see - a dragonfly's mandibles. These are the dark hooks which articulate sideways. Normally they are either out of sight inside the 'mouth', or concealed by a prey item they are clamped on to, but he opened wide and turned his head slightly towards me at just the right moment!
"Silence is the great teacher, and to learn its lessons you must pay attention to it. There is no substitute for the creative inspiration, knowledge, and stability that come from knowing how to contact your core of inner silence. The great Sufi poet Rumi wrote, Only let the moving waters calm down, and the sun and moon will be reflected on the surface of your being." - Deepak Chopra
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It is imperative that we understand the importance of silence in our relationships because it truly can speak louder than words. There are times our hearts are so full of love that there are no words that can express the depth of it and the sharing of the silence between lovers is a sacred thing. Other times, we can be so angry that, while there may be words to express it, it is best to keep silent because words spoken in anger cannot be taken back. It has been said that the man who doesn't understand your silence will never understand your words. I think we should all the take the time to embrace the silence and listen with our hearts, only then will we truly understand.
Bay of Fires
I titled this as such because there was a hermit called Stefan living here.
He was orginally from Germany and had 'lived' in this spot for some 4 months.
He was extremely articulate with some interesting stories to tell. We spent an hour or so talking to him ......he has million dollar views!!
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You are a whispering diamond, turning in the sun, articulating the one thing the sky wants to say, in a million different ways.
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Hair:
Outfit:
Safira - Renee- Vanity Event
Pose:
Ana Poses -Marseille 4-
The ancients in their niches along the walls of the Portico degli Uffizi leading to the River Arno. Their eternal gestures frozen in stone. The moderns....oblivious perhaps.......
Aside from the exquisite light that was streaming in through the colonnades, the view of the facades to the other side of the Arno - beyond the people in the distance - caught my attention. Everywhere one looks in Florence the mind is inspired by the arts. What an amazing city!
You can see my other shots of Florence (with travel tips regarding some of my favorite sites) here: www.flickr.com/photos/44548980@N00/sets/72157624698578316/
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The three visible statues in the niches are, from left to right:
Macchiavelli: e-urope.physics.lsa.umich.edu/tours/florence/uffizi/macch...
Guido Aretino: e-urope.physics.lsa.umich.edu/tours/florence/uffizi/areti...
Amerigo Vespucci: e-urope.physics.lsa.umich.edu/tours/florence/uffizi/vespu...
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Here's more information about this iconic place along the Arno: www.aviewoncities.com/florence/uffizi.htm
And: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uffizi .... here's an excerpt: Building of the palace was begun by Giorgio Vasari in 1560 for Cosimo I de' Medici as the offices for the Florentine magistrates — hence the name "uffizi" ("offices"). Construction was continued to Vasari's design by Alfonso Parigi and Bernardo Buontalenti and ended in 1581. The cortile (internal courtyard) is so long and narrow, and open to the Arno River at its far end through a Doric screen that articulates the space without blocking it, that architectural historians[1] treat it as the first regularized streetscape of Europe. Vasari, a painter as well as architect, emphasized the perspective length by the matching facades' continuous roof cornices, and unbroken cornices between storeys and the three continuous steps on which the palace-fronts stand. The niches in the piers that alternate with columns were filled with sculptures of famous artists in the 19th century.
"there are two lasting bequests we can give our children: one is roots, the other is wings.”
~ hodding carter
My cousin's daughter, Tin-Tin, she's articulate, smart, and opinionated. She wants to be a doctor like her parents.
Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
Let other lovers lie, in love and rest;
Not we,—articulate, so, but with the tongue
Of all the world: the churning blood, the long
Shuddering quiet, the desperate hot palms pressed
Sharply together upon the escaping guest,
The common soul, unguarded, and grown strong.
Longing alone is singer to the lute;
Let still on nettles in the open sigh
The minstrel, that in slumber is as mute
As any man, and love be far and high,
That else forsakes the topmost branch, a fruit
Found on the ground by every passer-by.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song".
Today dad would have been 91~!!!
My dad participated in an Oral History Project March 08. I have never felt more pride in my entire life. I feel Parental pride! He is like...Dick Cavett meets Frank McCourt...
without the ego or drinking problem!
Eloquent; Funny; Interesting; Articulate; Loved...
his set: www.flickr.com/photos/globetoppers/sets/72157594568536797...
Happy Veteran's day, Da Da. See you with Brown Bread in hand today. <3
1/3/09: This great man transistioned from this plane on Dec. 31st at 3:03 AM.
He went peacefully into the night, surrounded by love....
Dearest Friends and Family:
Beloved husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, uncle, friend and all around Mensch Albert Lincoln Sohl
transitioned from this physical plane on December 31st. He was surrounded by loved ones and light and
went peacefully into the night. Just like the man he was. Unassuming and no fusses please.
Yet, this man was adored by EVERYONE .
Whomever has had the privilege to have known my dad- well,
you now know a good dirty joke and felt what unconditional love means.
Many of you have already reached out to our family and expressed your loss.
Thank you so much. It means the world.
To those of you for whom this is news- I am sorry for your loss.
We will have a service on Jan. 10th in Florida.
For any details, please feel free to email me or call.
Much love
Lisa
Books tap the wisdom of our species - the greatest minds, the best teachers - from all over the world and from all our history. And they're patient.
Carl Sagan
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In the long run, there are no secrets in science. The universe will not cooperate in a cover-up.
Arthur C. Clarke
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There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses.
George Bernard Shaw
When My Mind is Still
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I remember things too easily forgotten:
The purity of early love,
The maturity of unselfish love that asks --
desires -- nothing but another's good,
The idealism that has persisted through all the tempest of life.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can find a quiet assurance, an inner peace, in the core of my being.
It can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety,
Can accept these harsh realities and can even grow
Because of these challenges to my essential being.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can sense my basic humanity,
And then I know that all men and women are my brothers and sisters.
Nothing but my own fear and distrust can separate me from the love of friends.
If I can trust others, accept them, enjoy them,
Then my life shall surely be richer and more full.
If I can accept others, this will help them to be more truly themselves,
And they will be more able to accept me.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I know how much life has given me:
The history of the race, friends and family,
The opportunity to work, the chance to build myself.
Then wells within me the urge to live more abundantly,
With greater trust and joy,
With more profound seriousness and earnest service,
And yet more calmly at the heart of life.
-Paul Beattie
The year is almost up and I needed a portrait for a review I'm writing so thought I'd do a self portrait. I have to say it's so much easier doing these with a fully articulating screen.
You can find me at the locations below:
The Eden Project, Cornwall.
"The Dionysian myths are amongst the oldest and most potent stories that link mankind with nature. Not only do they serve as an insight into ancient civilizations, but they also articulate truths of human nature that resonate with veracity to this day - beneath the veneer of everyday society lie dark and powerful forces of unpredictable magnitude, brutal passion and fragile mortality are present so frequently in situtuations of war and strife"
I love French stuff, style and language
So for Coco Chanel Outfit i thought to be a business elegant woman
LUXE Paris ARTICULATE Top Pant and Jacket
Store: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bao/89/43/27
Hat
AnaSTyle - Adele Hat
Store: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Paradise%20Mountain/223/40/22
Bag
*Tentacio* Downtown visit. Round bag black
Store: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Impulse/82/112/22
Necklace
Lazuri Heiress Pearls Necklace
Backlit sunflowers
Canon EOS 70D, EF 70-300 f/4-5.6L
These sunflowers were 6 ft. plus in height when this photo was taken on a breezy day in South Western, Ontario, Canada. Shot overhead using a tripod and the 70D's articulating live view screen.
One of my favourite 19th century artists, Vincent Van Gogh painted a series of pictures depicting sunflowers, having first been inspired by the yellow flowers in Paris where he saw them growing in the fields of Montmartre. They were a motif that he returned to often and in the summer of 1888 he embarked on a large number of paintings of sunflowers to decorate his studio and house in preparation for Paul Gauguin's arrival.
Sunflowers were symbolic of life and hope to the artist, and could also be associated with his concept of the sun- round, glowing yellow and hopeful.
i miss you, i miss our fingers intertwined, the gazes, the stars, the feelings, the way you told me it'll be alright. but it isn't, and its not. we aren't together and we aren't them. we're separate, individuals, different, alone. our eyes barely even meet, but if they do its for a second and the waves come crashing, we can't even articulate a hello, but we had no problem screaming goodbye, i miss you, i just want you to miss me back.
excuse my teenage girl blurb but thats what was on my mind when i was taking this photo, it's a bit personal. i have exams next tuesday and I'm so super stressed. please keep me in your thoughts.
I find this image quite peaceful. The beauty of the light and the idea of life going on below and death above, still and waiting. It's hard to articulate but I have had to deal with death in my personal and professional life so this image is quite poignant for me.
The Maroon Bells are one of the prettiest locations in Colorado, as I saw when I visited four years ago. When I revisited them this past month, the same gorgeous fall colors greeted me, but this time in a sublime juxtaposition with snowfall heralding the coming winter. At first, the accompanying clouds swirling around the lake made the peaks so hard to see I didn't bother trying to take pictures of the Bells. Patience, however, ultimately rewarded me with the view I had sought.
Unlike last time, I didn't need to get down on my hands and knees, thanks to the articulating LCD screen of the Sony A7R II camera. I could set the camera down low and tilt the rear screen up to compose my images, which I was especially grateful for this day as I was in no mood to kneel in the mud on the shores of Maroon Lake.
I was the first photographer on the scene of a massive house fire in the Hollywood Hills. As the Fireman came out of the flames, each had his own way of dealing with the moment. Some exhausted - some happy to have put it out before it spread - and this one fell to his knees in prayer.
If I had wings and I could fly,
I know where I would go.
But right now I'll just sit here so contentedly
And watch the river flow.
-- Bob Dylan
Happy Hangover everyone!
Child walks down to the river's edge
And looks out as far as she can see
And draws each breath as if it were the last
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve
She can see where the river crawls to the sea
Like a baby into mother's care
Somehow the longing is so far away
The innocence so wasted and aware
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Thinking about Home... Home...
So much anger so deeply ingrained
Seemed a burden that was hers alone
She didn't think that there was anything wrong
With wanting a life that she could call her own
How could I explain? You would not want to hear
You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway
For you were too weighed down by your own fears
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Home... home... home... home.
-Sarah McLachlan "Home"
Qua nunc abibis in loca
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis iocos...
(Publius Aelius Traianus Hadrianus, 138)
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This is the best shot I ended up getting displaying the 4014's articulated nature. The fading light was just sweet enough, and the bridge where I was standing was full of admiring fans and photographers.
“we come fresh to the different stages of life, and in each of them we are quite inexperienced, no matter how old we are”
~ françois de la rochefoucauld, french classical author
Small group weekly challenge - Street shot
Went to Mizzou to visit our daughter over the long Labor Day weekend and was working on the Small group weekly challenge of Street Shot using some of the features in the Canon T6s namely the articulating LCD panel, which allowed me to keep the camera at hip level. My old T3 would never allow this and bringing the camera to eye level many times distracted the person being photographed.
We were walking to the columns for that common photo, when a group of students was leaving the common's area still playing frizz bee and soccer walking down the street. One in particular was exceptionally talented with the soccer ball.
It was a dreary day and raining off and on.
ƒ/5.6
24.0 mm
1/125
100
If you were in my heart, I'd surely not break you
If you were beside me, and my love would take you
I'll keep you in safety, forever protect you
I'll Hide U away from the world you rejected
I'll Hide U
I'll Hide U
Take my hand, show no fear
Look in my eyes, it's perfectly clear
I'll love you, and comfort you
Ask me to tell you what I wanna do
I'll Hide U away from danger
(Hide U - Kosheen)
It was Saturday evening as Steve and I stood on top of the dunes, surveying the scene in front of us and watching the light begin to soften and intensify with the arrival of the golden hour. The beach was still busy on this wonderfully warm September weekend, when I’d arrived armed with flip flops instead of wellies to tackle the water. I'm programmed to stand in six inches of water every time I come here you see. And while Steve only had this one chance to capture the light on the dunes and prepare for a battle with unwanted beach tents in the editing suite later, I was content to sit and watch the world go by, and chat about the differences between his state of the art mirrorless set up and my clunky old collection of rag tag lenses, one of which was making its debut appearance here at Holywell Bay after a long journey west from Pakistan. We talked about Flickr and our virtual friends. Of course we talked about you. We really liked your shot of [insert subject and location here], although we thought your picture of [insert subject and location here] might have looked slightly better with a sixteen by nine crop. Just saying.
And then we strolled down from our lofty position, my trusty summer boat shoes filling with increasing amounts of sand at every step, and made our way onto the beach, passing the tents that had made Steve’s composition that bit more challenging than he might have liked, and heading for the flat wet expanse left by the retreating tide. But if we thought it would be plain sailing from here, we were sadly mistaken. The September heatwave had filled the beach with visitors, and even at the sunset hour plenty of them were still in and around the sea. Rather more annoyingly, barely a minute passed without one of them marching through the sand pool I’d had my eye on for a reflection shot. Salivating dogs and splashing infants invading the space where I planned to set up my tripod and take the first picture with the new addition to the bag - my knee saving budget plan for taking wide angle shots on the camera with the articulating screen. Try and do this on the full frame with the old and crotchety but far more costly lens that refuses to auto focus, and I’d have to practically lie down in the water.
Eventually, the torrent of incomers having vacated the water, I was ready to shoot. It’s just a shame the lens wasn’t. Everything looked normal, the new acquisition focused eagerly as I looked down at the flipped out screen from above, but when I pressed the shutter, instead of being rewarded with a copy of the scene in front of me, an error message appeared, inviting me to clean the contacts. Standing here on a beach, surrounded by life, sand and seagulls, no amount of tinkering and wiping was going to fix the problem. And so I resorted to the other lens, the 24-70 that accompanies me everywhere, regardless of whatever else goes in the bag for each outing. Bang went the plan for big foregrounds full of texture and water, and along came its emergency replacement - although quite what that might be, I hadn’t decided just yet. Maybe I’d leave one or two of the people who littered each frame and airbrush the rest away. Meanwhile, the sky continued to fill with textures and warm colours in the minutes before sunset.
We moved closer to the sea, setting up our tripods and stoically ignoring the endless distractions around us, one of us occasionally calling across the twelve yard gap to see how the other was getting on. The foreground was rather messier than I’m used to here, not only because of the mass of humanity, but also the absence of a curving river across the sand that so often fills the frame and banishes all distractions at low tide. Apart from slowing down the water right in front of me, I was watching both clouds and light in a composition that didn’t quite match some of the more dynamic ones I’ve found here before now. I was happy enough though. Usually by early September at this time of day I’m in a coat, jeans and welly boots here, but today it was shorts, tee shirt and the aforementioned flip flops on this balmy evening.
And then something interesting happened as wave after wave of gulls flew overhead from the cliffs behind us to land on the shore or in the sea, filling the air with activity. Much like our visit to Godrevy on Monday, we were dealing with interlopers, but this lot were feathered, noisy and in far greater numbers. I abandoned the filters and raised the ISO well into four figures, silently thanking a certain editing suite for the recent introduction of a new and much improved noise reduction feature. Despite the complete failure of Plan A, something had worked.
It was time to say farewell - for now at least. Steve had a long journey home the following day, and I was about to take part in a reunion of the three happy snappers with Dave and Lee the next morning. And there was the matter of an errant lens to attend to. More of that in the next episode.
There's no such food to soul as the sight ov rising sun Words cannot help articulating such moments n u would all agree with me...all one can do is to praise the Creator ,The Almighty n ask for His blessings n bounties.....
Moreover,Do listen to this lovely number =) God Bless !!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc2jsjnt-HY&feature=player_em...
LOCATION : Kuwait
I'm not a salmon but I swim up the stream of faceless metropolitan crowds everyday...
*** The first two days at school were super crazy and busy! I feel as if I were the fish in the image. Though I'll be still uploading pics here and there, I will be doing little commenting as the new school year has officially started yesterday. So, please feel free not to comment on the photos.
Thank you very much for your visits or comments in advance.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams ~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Explore #413
~ Lewis Carroll (title quote)
pl.youtube.com/watch?v=U_FRluQgYpI
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
~Edgar Allan Poe
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less
but to dream more, to dream all the time.
~Marcel Proust
Regular viewers will know the I'm a real hi-fi buff/bore.
Whatever you're views take it from me that these little speakers offer the best bang for buck I've ever heard, and I've heard a lot of gear in my day...
Georgous looking with a sound to match they'll cost you about £500 new but you'll get them cheaper on Ebay. Be prepared to pay up to £380 for a good set. You'll also need a powerful amp to get the best from them. We found a ten year old Arcam thru Ebay for £388. 100 watts per channel. This bad boy cost £1200 new, so a real bargain.
Exquisitly detailed with really articulate midrange and treble, due to their Nautilus derived tweeter, their bass extension is mindblowing considering their size. Just look at how deep they are though. Product design students should note the use of Kevlar for the bass driver. Almost completely rigid and very light. The tweeter is the cherry on the cake though. It is what you're really paying the money for.
Look great too in white I think. These have been biwired to the Arcam FMJ 22 with Chord Rumor cable, two runs, terminated with IXOS plugs at both ends, and the sound is breathtaking for the money. Seriously, I was blown away by how good my brother's system sounds. All bought second hand or ex dem it cost £750 but the components are worth £1600 at their rrp price.
Needless to say, my brother is delighted! So am I. I can't wait to get back round to hear them again...
Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.
(C.S. Lewis)
Dedicated to Moses Serubiri
I have often taken the view that the decline of the city is not the result of a specific event or of one particular cause, i.e. racism, globalism, etc. Lately I have been rethinking that point of view.
The 1967 riot was a significant event in the evolution of the city. It clearly accelerated "white flight" and the migration to the suburbs, though that process already had a full head of steam by the time the blind pig was raided at 12th and Clairmount. What is often missed is what the riot did to Detroit's merchant class. Many locally owned businesses were burned and looted during the riot. The looting expanded beyond the epicenter and claimed businesses in many surrounding areas. Many of the areas were thriving business districts. In the aftermath, many of these merchants received insurance settlements and instead of rebuilding, they pocketed the cash, or chose to follow the migration to the suburbs. That pulled the plug on an important element in making a city livable. The flames and smashed windows took not only the hopes and dreams of the business owner, a place to shop for everyday goods for the neighborhood and a source of jobs, especially for the neighborhood youth. Over the years the city simply never could figure out how to correct this merchant flight. The beat goes on.
from the Broadway Bridge, Portland, Oregon. See Tags for processing hints. OM19834 - Happy Sliders Sunday!
Kublai Khan, grandson of Genghis Khan, ruled over one fifth of the world's inhabited land area. He was crowned in 1260 and ruled much of southern mongolia, northern and western china. His summer residence called Xanadu, was described by Marco Polo to be filled with beautiful buildings in a fantastic park-like setting. The term Xanadu now is used to decribe an idyllic, beautiful place, like this, the Japanese Garden within the Missouri Botanical Garden.
The desire of gold is not for gold. It is for the means of freedom and benefit.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
How the hell'd we wind up like this
And why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
[...]
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Someday - Nickelback
Meglio il rimpianto o il rimorso?
Sunrise at Saint Heliers Bay Beach on a Sunday morning. Wide-angle, long-exposure shot low on my tripod. My back was in pain so I appreciated the articulating screen on my Canon that morning.
#easylikesundaymorning #stheliers #lifesabeach #sunrise #instagood #auckland #discovernewzealanddaily #landscapesnz #discoverauckland #exploreauckland #visitauckland #purenz #picoftheday #instagram #insta #landscape #canon #tokina1120 #framedinnz #rangitotoisland
Compositionally Challenged Week 44 is Glass.
I waited all day for the promised blue sky, but it didn't materialize. With sunset just 45 minutes away - not that I could see the sun - I decided it was now or never for this shot. I filled a glass with tap water, clumsily carried it outside, and positioned it on a stump. The only thing left to do was make use of the articulating view screen on the camera and look for an interesting refracted image.
"I was dreaming of that day when you came my way
The smell of mangos, that impatient side-glance of yours
You took my hand
Pulled me inside the covered entrance to that palace
Time stopped
A life later I remember I caught a glimpse of you making your way outside the porch
I tried to follow you through the crowd
It has been a long while and I am still there
Inside is coming a breath of fresh air
It’s not the mango season anymore, winter is calling
I was waiting that you may hold me by the hand again
I gave a quick glance at my watch
Time stopped..."
This was shot under the porch of an old palace in Varanasi (Benaras) which has been divided into several small apartments, deeper inside there is a garden with palm and mango trees and the rest of the building which is left to some administration.
From the street it is not possible to know that such a beautiful place is there.
After the entrance time has stopped.
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Into another day
They open the box and play
Watching me turning round and round till music slows down and fade
I am a ballerina dancing for silver string
I should never have listened to promises for my dreams
Hey son no matter what they'll say go far away
My love
And into another day
They open the box and play
Watching me turning round and round till music slows down and fade
Hey son no matter what they'll say go far away
My love
Spent the day yesterday helping Brooke Shaden with her workshop. In return I got a chance to participate and create a shot of my own. so here it is.
I think Brooke did an amazing job. There are a lot of people out there who could show you some neat photoshop tricks, but few who are able to clearly articulate their artistic process in such a completely unpretentious way.