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" A child within
Has healing ways
It sees me through
My darkest days
I'm gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine
I'm gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine "
- THE VERVE -
Catching the Butterfly
when our hearts are conscious of our treasures :-)
Thornton Wilder
stay safe friends, take care :-)
prunus mume, japanese flowering apricot, 'Omoi-no-mama', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oq07CGsDIQ
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Beautiful to talk to you even though I know that our eyes are not looking,
Beautiful to listen to his conscious words that cut,
Then find yourself in his embrace
And squeeze it harder to the chest to the point
To feel our hearts touching
It's beautiful !!!
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Broek in Waterland - Overlekergouw
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One of the difficulties encountered since discovering textures is that almost every photo appears to me aesthetically improved with the application(s). This bothers me somewhat. My first several years on Flickr were exclusively SOOC, and while I have by no means become a processing pro, I have learned enough to adjust both my thinking and my preferences for what I'm doing. Today, it takes a conscious decision to AVOID going to my texture file.
Here, the original photo is shown in comments and I was quite pleased with it SOOC...but then the thinking started, and the result is shown in the featured image. It started with, "Hmmm...I've got a sun that will fit nicely in that notch in the treeline." Many of you know the feeling. This one was admittedly a difficult decision (not all are) and I remain uncertain as to my personal preference in this particular case. What has become clear is that I certainly cannot consider myself a "purist" any longer...whatever that means...if anything and if it ever did.
...to live consciously by becoming conscious of your actions, emotions, desires, intentions, purpose...etc
"Paris Streets 443, Conscious." The historic Musee Des Arts Decoratifs in Paris, France, is covered in a decorative mural to hide the underlying construction.
For Macro Mondays #holes theme
Just one hole visible here (which I think is ok for the theme), and I'm kind-of excited that you can actually see all the way through it. Unfortunately, there's not much of interest on the other side, so it really isn't worth bothering to look. Plus looking closely would probably draw far too much attention to the detail, including a thread that I couldn't get rid of :-(
An interesting theme; got me thinking about how important holes are. Nice for them to get a bit of attention :-)
oh and I'm conscious that my photostream has been a bit monochromy of late - not quite sure how that happened :-) ; trying to get back to some colour soon, but this shot kind of lent itself to subtle toning
"Is the beam from a lighthouse affected by howling wind and rain? It remains perfectly steadfast and unaffected by the storm. Your true self is like that. Nothing can ever harm you once you are consciously aware that it is so."
- Vernon Howard
Taken @ Chesapeake Bay
There isn’t a surer sign of spring than a yard full of dandelions. This well kept red barn is surrounded by them. I don’t think the farmer will be digging each one out though. I remember as a kid, sitting on the lawn with a bucket and pronged dandelion tool, trying to get them out with the root intact. I guess my dad was too budget conscious to spring for weed killer.
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.)
"Bridge To The Future - SUBCΘNSƆIΘUS MΛNIFΞSTΛTIΘNS" // "The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun & falling back into the great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.":
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There was one shot left that I still had not edited from this wonderful morning scenery in August 2011 when crazy coloured clouds were gracing Matterhorn at dawn for a very short period of time. I tried to give this one a somehow less contrasty and saturated look and enhanced the warm colours a bit.
Anyhow, one has to keep in mind that all those shots have been consciously underexposed to be protective against camera shaking. Furthermore, too much brightening would surely lead to loss of the special morning atmosphere.
Regarding composition, there's nearly no difference to the other shots I've already shown.
I'm just trying out to optimize even a mono version of one of the pictures of this series, despite loving the colours here I want to find out how attractive this could be and how the black and white impression works.
be conscious of yourself as consciousness alone,
watch all the thoughts come and go.
Come to the conclusion, by direct experience,
that you are really consciousness itself,
not its ephemeral contents.
.....
Clouds come and go in the sky,
but the appearance and disappearance or the clouds
doesn't affect the sky.
Your real nature is like the sky, like space.
Just remain like the sky
and let thought clouds come and go.
- Annamalai Swami -
another dedication on my father's day of passing.
He gave me this guitar that you see here in the year 1978.
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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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
THANKS FOR YOUR VISIT AND FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE A COMMENT IT’S MUCH APPRECIATED AND SO MUCH MORE INTRESTING THAN JUST GIVING A FAVE
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.
I had been with this bird for some time waiting to see the open tail , but nothing, then a noisy group on small children arrived , I was with the flamingos and suddenly he gave a scream and opened his tail, I had to run back to him to take some shots, and he was so regal and sure of his beauty..... he turned to me when he saw I was taking pictures !! a really regal and sociable peacock !
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?
Ruthie Is My Age In Cat Years
I have taken the following Section from From "Conscious Cat":
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“Tortitude” – The Unique Personality of Tortoiseshell Cats
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Tortitude = tortoiseshell cat personality
Tortoiseshell cats are named for their distinctive coloring – a combination of patches of black, brown, amber, red, cinnamon and chocolate. The size of the patches varies from a fine speckled pattern to large areas of color. The term “tortoiseshell” is used for cats with brindled coats that have few or no white markings. Cats of this coloring with larger areas of white fur are called calicos. Sometimes, these colors present in lighter versions such as lilac or cream. Torties with this lighter coloring are called dilute torties. Occasionally, the typical tortoiseshell colors are also seen in a tabby (striped) pattern, and these cats are sometimes referred to as “torbies.”
Tortoiseshell cats are almost exclusively female. Tortoiseshell and calico coats are the result of the interaction between genetic and developmental factors. The occasional and very rare male tortoiseshell cat is the result of a genetic mutation.
In addition to their distinctive coloring, torties also have a reputation for unique personalities, sometimes referred to as “tortitude.” They tend to be strong-willed, a bit hot-tempered, and they can be very possessive of their human. Other words used to describe torties are fiercely independent, feisty, and unpredictable. They’re usually very talkative and make their presence and needs known with anything from a hiss to a meow to a strong purr.
My Note: I would say Ruthie is insistent! When Miss Ruth wants to be fed something new and different than what she is given, she will call with a series of rapid intense meows, in a loud demanding tone.
These traits are stronger in tortoiseshell cats than in calicos – it seems as though these traits are somewhat diluted with the addition of more white to the color scheme.
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From Wikipedia:
Torties, i.e., Tortoiseshell Cats
Tortoiseshell describes a coat coloring found almost exclusively in female cats.[1][2] Also called Torties for short, they combine two colors other than white, either closely mixed or in large patches.[2] The colors are often described as red and black, but "red" can instead be orange, yellow, or cream[2] and "black" can instead be chocolate, grey, tabby, or blue.[2] A tortoiseshell cat with the tabby pattern as one of its colors is a Torbie.
"Tortoiseshell" is typically reserved for cats with relatively small or no white markings. Those that are largely white with tortoiseshell patches are described as tricolor,[2] tortoiseshell-and-white (in the United Kingdom), or calico (in Canada and the United States). Tortoiseshell markings appear in many different breeds as well as in non-purebred domestic cats.[3] This pattern is especially preferred in the Japanese Bobtail breed.[4]
Folklore[edit]
Cats of this coloration are believed to bring good luck in the folklore of many cultures.[10] In the United States, these are sometimes referred to as money cats.[11] The Japanese Maneki Neko figurine is almost always a calico cat.
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
Flower Earrings Sigma Main Store
Hair Monso
Liner Jack Spoon
Smoke kunst
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㋛ Happy Monday!!
I have to be conscious, if you like, of the impossibility of photography :-)
Pieter Hugo
HMM! Justice Matters! No one is above the law!
prunus mume, weeping japanese flowering apricot, 'Bridal Veil', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
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as one might suspect, the stair owners are the same artists who created the colorful glass objects in recent posts.
“I am more consciously and peacefully united with God’s will. I am more completely determined to abandon all care for my own interests into God’s hands through our Lady, even and especially my highest spiritual interests. I am no longer taking care of my own progress and my own sanctity because it is hopeless. I leave it to Mary’s direction, to the Living Christ within me, acting in me, controlling all that I do for His love. It is true, for the moment at least, He seems to have a much fuller control.
“All that matters is to give everything, and the quicker, the better. Fighting, struggling, rebelling, delaying make it harder, but not more meritorious. On the contrary, less. So it is fruitless to multiply difficulties and delays. Give everything and give it in the quickest possible way. All that matters is the gift. That is what pleases God, atones for sin, converts the world, and leads us into the joys of heaven even here on earth.”
- Thomas Merton (July 20, 1947) from A Year with Thomas Merton