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The picture on the wall is Bogart .. Danbo's Australian friend
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"Paris Streets 443, Conscious." The historic Musee Des Arts Decoratifs in Paris, France, is covered in a decorative mural to hide the underlying construction.
“We are the windows through which our children first see the world. Let us be conscious of the view.”
Katrina Kenison, Mitten Strings for God: Reflections for Mothers in a Hurry
“We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.”
— Stacia Tauscher, dancer and artist
“Children are not things to be molded, but are people to be unfolded.”
— Jess Lair, author
After a long walk, from Sapa (North Vietnam) to a small village where I spent the night (I do not remember the name), the next morning I took pictures of the surroundings when on my right, I noticed a child looking at me. I was something new to him.
T Djallo
Après une longue marche, de Sapa (Vietnam nord) jusqu’à un petit village ou j'ai passé la nuit (je ne me rappel plus du nom), le lendemain matin je prenais des photos des environs quand sur ma droite, j'ai remarqué un enfant qui me regardait. J’étais quelque chose de nouveau pour lui.
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Thierry Djallo.
North Cascades, Washington
Sometimes the best moments on a hike are the ones I wasn't looking for. The ones that flow from simply being present in a place and open to what surrounds me; suspending the constraints of time and conscious thought. That's where the magic happens.
Along a narrow trail that climbs above the beautiful Blue Lake in the North Cascade mountains, there lies a small tarn. Ringed by alpine larches and towering walls of rock, it has a quiet unassuming presence in a vast landscape of majestic peaks. On this October day which hovered on the cusp of winter, the tarn was coated in a layer of ice, and snow dusted the surrounding edges.
And yet, as I sat on a rocky outcropping and contemplated the view before me, I could feel an inviting warmth emanating from this frozen lakelet. The larches began to glow as the sun emerged from behind the clouds, its rays illuminating the golden needles. As I felt that that same sun warm my face, a sense of peacefulness suffused my soul. Then I slowly sank into the calm, and surrendered to the magic of the moment.
Larches
A side note for those who may be unfamiliar with larches: they are a deciduous conifer, so they drop their needles in the winter after turning from green to gold for a short period of time in the fall. There are several species of larch but the ones here are the alpine larch, Larix lyallii. They live at subalpine and alpine elevations (5900 to 7900 feet/1800-2400 meters) and are mostly found in the Rocky Mountains, however there is one small outlier population that happens to grow in the North Cascades in Washington. The spectacular colors and limited population of the trees brings crowds of hikers flocking to the North Cascades trails for a couple of weeks every fall for "larch madness". (I am including a close up shot of the needles in the first comment below for those who may be interested.)
When you become conscious of your thoughts, beliefs, words, and behaviors you then have the power to transform into anything you want.
I made the decision a long time ago to only love...to emit love...and to become nothing but love.
The best decision I ever made!
Model : Leia (Coco) Oshun Steel (Me)
Photographer : Leia (Coco) Oshun Steel (Me)
Location : XXXPLORE ISLAND
Peace is the conscious acceptance of our rightful place in an imperfect world. Quotes by Patricia Bechthold
Happy Birthday Canada 150
Lake Louise Banff National Park Canada
This is a work by the artist Kader Attia, which he actually named Couscous.
This is also a work by a photographer who thought the work was called something else for the longest time and read Couscous as Conscious.
This is a work by a human who wakes up in the middle of the night, thinking dead people are alive and that she should call them. And that same human can't get back to sleep.
This is a work by a human who suffers, laments, thinks a lot about life and realizes this is what separates the conscious from the unconscious.
This is a work of someone who is interested in all layers of consciousness and wish her subconscious would communicate more with her non subconscious so that she knew how she truly felt about reality before she went to sleep and was unconscious.
This is also the work of someone who feels that to be conscious means one must have a conscience.
This is the work by a human who struggles with the idea that she would ever really be unconscious even if she were in a coma.
This is the work of a human who is wondering if she is actually in a coma and all of this is a very vivid presentation of how her brain is still experiencing life in a separate dimension than what we would always classify.
This is the work of magic desolation, textures, and light. Let's keep thinking about these things and realizing things about ourselves.
This is a reason why humanity might be worth saving after all.
More by Kader Attia: kaderattia.de/works/
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“The mermaid is an archetypal image that represents a woman who is at ease in the great waters of life, the waters of emotion and sexuality. She shows us how to embrace our instinctive sexuality and sensuality so that we can affirm the essence of our feminine nature, the wisdom of our bodies, and the playfulness of our spirits. She symbolizes our connection with our deepest instinctive feelings, our wild and untamed animal nature that exists below the surface of outward personalities. She is able to respond to her mysterious sexual impulses without abandoning her more human, conscious side.
On Wednesday I was hoping it would be third time lucky and I might actually get to see a Supermoon. I went up on the Westwood overlooking Beverley and after a wait in the very cold wind. The moon suddenly rose through the clouds the colours were amazing. As it rose higher it reverted back to the more normal colours for the moon. I don’t think I haver consciously watched the moon rising before and it was well worth having dead feet and hands
I have not modified the colours at all and apart from a crop its SOOC not a perfect shot but I am very pleased to have any sort of image at all
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Instead of feeling self-conscious bugging people for portraits, I'm learning SL photography on my own. My overly-decorated home will be the main background as I figure things out. Getting the light right and all that takes more patience than I would have thought. If anyone with more experience has any suggestions or tips, please let me know.
conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands ;-)
Oscar Wilde
HGGT! HFF! Truth Matters! Lies have consequences!! Resist the Despicable Orange Cockroach Poo Tin Puppet!
narcissus, daffodils, 'Jules Verne', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
“The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.”
~ Sigmund Freud
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"Yellow Flower"
KT Tunstall.
Still the pulse survives
The conscious candour of our conversation
Lovely as you are
I see the strain, the pain, the degradation
Strips of light delightful
Either side of bars so thick and wide
You hide them with a colourful sigh
Falling at your feet in sheer joy
That you are able to receive me like a favourite chair
Soaking up the tea as if by magic it'll make me
Ever warmer even after you're not here
Could I be a boat for you a while?
Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?
Could I be a boat for you
And navigate this weight for you
Could I be a boat for you a while?
You are the yellow flower of my youth
The scent of nothing wasted
With little left to prove
Oh graceful evergreen you take me
Over every hill I ever dreamed
And others, just illusions
Only seeming to be
Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you are able to
Receive me like a favourite chair
Soaking up the tea as if by magic it'll make me
Ever warmer even after you're not here
Could I be a boat for you a while?
Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?
Could I be a boat for you
And navigate this weight for you
Could I be a boat for you a while?
I attended a couple of workshops that were not only on at the same time, they both brought up emotional reactions that had me retreat to this lovely clearing just a short walk away. So fabulous to be in this amazing space, surrounded in magnificent trees and with whimsical music from the village stage coming through rather beautifully. After some conscious breathing and a little meditation I felt better. Well, well enough to get the camera out anyway. Here’s me not lost in the forest.
I haven't done an abstract shot for quite a long time, and yes, this was completely by accident. Thanks to the inspiration of other macro photographers, I was scrutinising the moss growing on the trees locally, happened upon this unusual plant growth from a pocket of moss and so, on the Nikkor 55-200mm I affixed the DCR250 and thanks to the awkward focus points, I had to switch to manual, rocking on my ankles I got this shot, in PP I noticed it looked so Alien and yet ghostly at the time.
Thus it got me thinking, albeit all things are energetic wave form information, be in one realm of any given dimension, 3D, 4D, or 5D, spirits are absolute, so thus, isn't it unusual how we categorise Aliens and Ghosts into secular partitions? An Alien can surely have a spirit thus upon expiration of "physical" life, can go on energetically to the next realm as a Spirit. Concluding that Homosapiens, Aliens and Ghosts are in fact one and the same thing, acutely a conscious multiplicity of differing, interchangeable and energetic Interdimensional, waveform information constructs of infinite awareness.
Psst: Guess what? You never actually die.
I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
After noting that the Edinburgh portion of the southbound Caledonian Sleeper departed from Waverley's platform 11 at 11.40pm, I checked out the empty stock movement and saw it was due to arrive from Polmadie CMD at 9.58pm, travelling as 5C11.
So, duly positioned on platform 10 to snap it as it arrived, it turned out the more pleasing shot was this one taken on platform 11 just after the loco had been uncoupled and the driver was carrying the connecting cable in hand - no doubt to save the shunter a lugging job as he moved the engine to the other end of the train ready for departure.
As mentioned the train goes forward as 1C11 at 11.40pm. At Carstairs it will be linked up with the Glasgow portion before heading south through the night with arrival at London Euston scheduled for 7.02am. The timings are relatively comfortable and on this occasion the travellers pulled into Euston 30 minutes ahead of schedule - no doubt the operators were happy seeing as the new sleeper stock was being used, on this occasion without incident, and presumably a few of the passengers were quite happy with the early alarm call too!
10.08pm, 13th June 2019
A white Christmas would be wonderful, of course. But we've only had one (across the board) six times in the last 120 years. So there's no point in getting upset about it.
If there's no snow, then at least some sunshine would be nice. Unfortunately, it's been gray and foggy for days (at least here where I am). So, sunshine is probably out of the question.
Luckily, there's still the sunshine in my heart, which I hope to tap into with this photo and activate when needed.
Happiness, and the feeling of happiness, isn't dependent on chance or external circumstances. It's a conscious decision that strongly depends on how I evaluate a situation, where I direct my attention, and, of course, on my general outlook on life.
With that in mind, on this penultimate Monday flower greeting of the year, I wish you a large dose of sunshine in your heart and thus a sunny and joyful week.
And this is regardless of the weather.
Eine weiße Weihnacht wäre natürlich richtig toll. Doch hatten wir diese (flächendeckend) gerade einmal 6 Mal in den letzten 120 Jahren. Es lohnt sich also nicht, sich darüber zu ärgern.
Wenn schon kein Schnee da ist, dann wäre doch wenigstens Sonnenschein schön. Leider sieht es (zumindest hier bei mir) seit Tagen grau und neblig aus. Das mit der Sonne wird dann wohl auch eher schwierig.
Zum Glück gibt es noch die Sonne im Herzen, die ich mit diesem Foto ansprechen und bei Bedarf aktivieren möchte.
Glück und auch das Glücksgefühl ist nicht von Zufällen und Rahmenbedingungen abhängig. Es ist eine bewusste Entscheidung die stark davon abhängt, wie ich eine Situation bewerte, wo ich meine Aufmerksamkeit hin lenke und natürlich wie meine generelle Einstellung zum Leben aussieht.
In diesem Sinne wünsche ich Euch am vorletzten montäglichen Blumengruß das Jahres eine große Portion Sonne im Herzen und damit eine sonnige und fröhliche Woche.
Und dies unabhängig von meteorologischen Rahmenbedingungen.
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as one might suspect, the stair owners are the same artists who created the colorful glass objects in recent posts.
Being a submissive has never been about being powerless. It is about the conscious decision to gift that power to the person you deem most worthy of it.
The Melancholy Mannequin 时尚的人质
A prisoner of fashion is the melancholy mannequin - conscious - but trapped within her plastic shell. Day after day, she endures endless changes of wardrobe, then is forced to stand where she is plunked unceremoniously by the dress shop window, like some juicy dog bone in a gilded bowl or a fishing lure shimmering in the depths. From morning until night, she stares vacantly across the same shopping lane, unable to blink. Nor can she avert her gaze from curious passers-by tempted by her angelic contours and dazzling attire. Though she tries to tell others about the perils of entry, her glossy red lips remain perfectly, yet deliciously still. She cannot move an inch across the floor or warn off customers from opening that shop door - to fleeting thrills, future disapointments, and an insatiable desire for more. And so, just like her, they too have become prisoners of fashion.
Research suggests that the majority of dreams involve at least some colour, even if people don’t always remember it clearly. That said, experiences vary:
Most people: Dream in colour regularly
Some people: Dream partly in colour and partly in black-and-white
A small minority: Report dreaming mostly or entirely in black-and-white
Interestingly, age and media exposure seem to matter. People who grew up watching black-and-white television are more likely to report black-and-white dreams, while younger generations almost always report colour dreams.
Also, dreams can feel less colourful simply because colour is often not the focus—just like in waking life, you don’t always consciously notice colours unless they stand out.
Exeter, Devon, UK.
Now I know doctors and researchers say we all dream - but if I do, I don't remember doing it. The last time I remember dreaming was when i was a teenager (over half a century ago).
So amenable, the robin. "Can I take your photo?"
"Of course - how do you want me?"
"Just act natural"
"Oh I feel self-conscious now!"
Drents museum, Assen
White new construction
Architect Erick van Egeraat consciously chose the color white for the new construction of the Drents Museum. White is neutral, so that the museum's colorful collection comes into its own. White also provides an exciting contrast with the historic buildings of the museum. The contrast should draw visitors down from the dark coach house. “You even get the feeling that downstairs is upstairs,” says the architect.
The floating stairs in the new building of the Drents Museum weigh 16,000 kilos each and are only attached to the upper and lower floors.
Zia suffers from seizures. We often wonder if this is why she ended up in the city pound but will never know for sure. We decided against medication as the side effects are not good. Fortunately these episodes, once frequent, are now less and far between.
She will come to us at the onset of a seizure to be held until it passes. Her seizures usually lasts around 2 to 5 minutes and she always remains conscious. Afterwards she just wants to lay quiet and watch what's going on outside. Thankfully this morning her seizure only lasted for a few minutes but we cuddled for 15 minutes just to be sure. She soon got back to her happy go lucky self after a walk around the garden.
luseun Anikulapo Kuti is a Nigerian singer, saxophonist, and bandleader who carries on the Afrobeat legacy of his father, Fela Kuti. Seun leads Egypt 80, his father's former band, and has recorded four albums with them. He's known for his socially conscious music and captivating performances. Seun's father was a vocal critic of Nigerian military rule and corruption, and used his music to address social injustice and human rights abuses