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The picture on the wall is Bogart .. Danbo's Australian friend
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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
Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dm9Zf1WYQ_A
Quote by Rhonda Byrne:
“Your life is in your hands. No matter where you are now, no matter what has happened in your life,you can begin to consciously choose your thoughts, and you can change your life.There is no such thing as a hopeless situation.Every single circumstance of your life can change!”
Say hi to Dana..;) She's does the social media for the Waller Creek Foundation. The ones that sponsored the bicycle installation. Anyway, she confided in me that she's leaving on the 15th. So, I told her she needs some profile shots showing her work. She said no, because she's too self conscious to be photographed. So, I said OK. This is her catching me using my zoom..:) Than I did a cut out and placed her in front of the installation. I did send her a copy. Than I noticed a fence in the back ground of this image..;)
I was conscious of that moment of stepping into the woods and leaving everything else behind. That one instant when all the sounds of people, of traffic, of doors opening and closing, were suddenly gone, swallowed up by trees and ferns. It was like a curtain falling on a stage, and I waited for that moment every time. My heart opened just a little bit wider.
~ Lynn Thomson
(ENGLISH FOLLOW)
À l’Ouest du Temps - La forêt de Fangorn *
« Les aventures fantastiques ont rarement une fin. Il y a toujours quelqu’un pour en comprendre les fondements et continuer le récit » (Un sage)
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Je suis retourné à l’Ouest du Temps, là où tout a commencé, à l’orée de la forêt de Fangorn.
Des arbres sombres portant de magnifiques fleurs blanches étendaient leurs longues branches, comme pour marquer, d’un geste de bienvenue, le passage vers les profondeurs de la forêt. Ils auraient pu être de lointains ancêtres de nos pommiers, mais, selon l’histoire locale, ils appartenaient à la civilisation des Ents, la plus vieille de la Terre du Milieu. Ces arbres étaient dotés, croyait-on, d’une forme de « conscience » et d’une mémoire collective remontant aux origines. On racontait qu’ils étaient capables de communiquer entre-eux et avec d’autres espèces et même d’agir ensemble dans l’intérêt commun…
Soudainement, je fus submergé par une marée d’impressions insistantes: de la curiosité, une extrême vigilance, l’écho lointain de zones d’ombres, de blessures béantes au coeur des arbres. Puis, un bruissement soutenu des feuilles me figea sur place avec appréhension. Et, d’une manière que je ne saurais expliquer, j’en compris le sens: « Prend garde en traversant la forêt. Fait preuve de respect envers nous. Et nous t’aideront à trouver le courage d’affronter les mystères et les dangers auxquels tu devras faire face dans le Monde.» (Patrice le Hobbit)
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À l’Est du Temps, le rationalisme moderne a relégué, les récits, les contes, les légendes anciennes y compris les écrits de Tolkien et de bien d’autres grands auteurs, aux domaines de l’imaginaire, de la spiritualité, de la magie pure, du folklore et du divertissement. Comme si, rien de ces écrits n’avait une quelconque résonance avec des savoirs utiles tirés de l’expérience humaine…
Or, des découvertes récentes en neurobiologie, en biologie végétale et en écologie appliquée aux arbres et aux forêts tendent à donner un fondement scientifique à plusieurs mythes anciens à leur sujet: les arbres sont des entités sociales et conscientes, capables d’apprendre, d’interagir et d’évoluer. **
Ce que les Anciens savaient, mais qu’ils ne pouvaient pas exprimer par des mots, plutôt avec des images métaphoriques et poétiques, comme Tolkien - deviennent maintenant un champ de recherche scientifique moderne, périphérique certes, mais courageux et prometteur.
Patrice photographiste, Chroniques du Monde de Poësia
*Forêt mythique de la Terre du Milieu dans le récit du Seigneurs des Anneaux (J.R. R. Tolkien)
** Voir notamment : Peter Wohlleben, (La vie secrète des arbres); Suzanne Simard, (Finding the Mother Tree - Discovering the Wisdom of Forest)
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West of Time: Fangorn Forest *
“Fantasy adventures rarely have an end. There is always someone to understand their foundations and continue the story” (A wise man)
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I have returned to the West of Time, where it all began, at the edge of Fangorn Forest.
Dark trees bearing magnificent white flowers stretched out their long branches, as if to mark, with a welcoming gesture, the passage to the depths of the forest. They might have been distant ancestors of our apple trees, but according to local history they belonged to the Ent civilization, the oldest in Middle-earth. These trees were believed to be endowed with a form of “consciousness” and a collective memory going back to the origins. They were said to be able to communicate with each other and with other species and even to act together in the common interest...
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a tide of persistent impressions: curiosity, extreme vigilance, the distant echo of shadowy areas, gaping wounds in the heart of the trees. Then, a steady rustle of leaves froze me in place with apprehension. And, in a way that I cannot explain, I understood the meaning: “Be careful while crossing the forest. Show us respect. And we will help you find the courage to face the mysteries and dangers you will face in the World. (Patrice the Hobbit)
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In the East of Time, modern Rationalism has relegated stories, tales, ancient legends including the writings of Tolkien and many other great authors, to the domains of the imagination, spirituality, pure magic, folklore and entertainment. As is, none of these writings had any resonance with useful knowledge drawn from human experience...
However, recent discoveries in neurobiology, plant biology and ecology applied to trees and forests tend to give a scientific basis to several old myths about them: trees are social and conscious entities, capable of learning, interacting and advancing. **
What the elders knew, but could not express in words, rather in metaphorical and poetic imagery, like Tolkien - now becomes a field of modern scientific research, peripheral indeed, but courageous and promising.
Patrice photographer, Chronicles of the Lands of Poësia
* Mythical forest of Middle-earth in the story of Lord of the Rings (J.R. R. Tolkien)
** See in particular: Peter Wohlleben, (The Hidden Life of Trees, The Secret Wisdom of Nature); Suzanne Simard, (Finding the Mother Tree - Discovering the Wisdom of Forest)
"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.
I am not generally that successful at bird photography even when I have consciously gone out to see birds. This shot of the chaffinch was pure luck. Mary and I were on a walk recently I had taken a shot or two of some wild flowers . I spotted the bird and took a couple of shots without changing settings not really expecting anything reasonable. In fact I am quite pleased with this one I know it could be sharper but for a grab shot its not too bad . It is very heavily cropped
Hope you are all managing to cope in this strange New World we are living in . Of course I hope you and yours remain well and safe
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Meet Liam, an alert and aware pilot for Talkeetna Air Taxi in Alaska who flew us on a most memorable aerial tour of Denali National Park. Lucky me, I got to sit in the co-pilot's seat :) Photos to follow!
Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 200, f/10.0, 18mm, 1/320s
Nevada City is an unincorporated community in Madison County, Montana, United States. In the 1880s, it was one of the two major centers of Commerce in what was known as one of the "Richest Gold Strikes in the Rocky Mountain West", sharing this role with its sister city Virginia City. Since the late 1990s, Nevada City has become a tourist attraction for its collection of 19th century buildings within or surrounding the Nevada City Museum & Music Hall.
Archaeological evidence found between the Music Hall and the Nevada City Hotel would indicate earlier than mining era habitation, possibly by white hunters or trappers. The earliest white hunters and trappers in the area had no conscious intention of establishing a city on the site, because the existence of a city would have presumably destroyed their economic base, which was based on the harvesting of beaver.
Nevada City, settled June 6, 1863, contemporary in settlement with Virginia City, as miners following the Fairweather party settled the length of Alder Gulch, and established homes, and businesses in convenient locations, the length of the gulch was known as 14 mile city. Nevada City was the first to become an incorporated city, on February 9, 1865, fully constituted a body corporate and politic. In 1896, the Conrey Placer Mining Company was organized to dredge the gulch for the next 24 years, destroying many of Nevada City’s buildings. The dredges were then disassembled and the heavy wooden barges were left to slowly be reclaimed by nature.
Nevada City was populated by placer miners working several mining districts including Browns Gulch just south of the town and Granite Creek, about two miles northwest of Nevada City. Nevada City was occupied by residents as early as June 6, 1863, and its boom era was between 1863–1875, at this point it was boasted that Nevada City was home to dozens of stores and housing that stretched for six blocks (“Nevada City.”). By 1869, the population of the mining camp had fallen to about 100 people. In 1869 mercantile representation included three general stores, and two saloons. In April 1872, the city contained one miners' store, one brewery, blacksmith shop, butcher shop, livery stable, and a Masonic Hall. Most of the citizens were engaged in mining pursuits, but some of the residents had farms and stock in the valley. In 1875 Nevada City's Population was still in decline, by 1880 the Nevada City census listed 50 people occupying 16 dwellings (US Census 1880). The most commonly listed occupation of Nevada City's working class was "placer miner."
When the mining had come to an end in 1922, about $2.5 billion worth of gold in today's market had been extracted.
"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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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.
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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.
“ARTERIES HARDENED AND LUNGS blackened just by opening the door of the Weak Signal Bar and Grill. The seedy crowd brought plenty of colorful terminology to mind, but “health conscious” and “long life span” were not among them.”
― Harlan Coben, Stay Close
Visit What's Lost Spirits
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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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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When we don’t speak each other’s language, we “talk” with our hands. We point, make a gesture, or draw in the air.
Hands is about the language of conscious and unconscious gestures. Beya Gille Gacha created eleven hand gestures at the invitation of Fenix. She covers her life-like sculptures with thousands of beads from Cameroon, her mother’s homeland.Wanneer we elkaars taal niet spreken “ praten “ we met onze handen. We wijzen, maken een gebaar of tekenen in de lucht.
Handen gaat over de taal van bewuste en onbewuste gebaren.
Beya Gille Gacha maakte op uitnodiging van Fenix elf handgebaren. Ze bedekt haar levensechte sculpturen met duizenden kralen uit Kameroen, het land van haar moeder.
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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.
The forest, bathed in the warm light of autumn, reminds us how fleeting everything is. The colors blaze with one last burst of color before fading – a silent reminder that our time, too, is finite.
When the leaves rustle underfoot and the path unfolds before us in golden splendor, we sense: Now is the moment we truly possess. Not tomorrow, not yesterday – only this one.
Autumn shows us how beautiful change can be. It invites us not to postpone life, but to live it fully: to find joy, to be grateful, to discover happiness in small things. To enjoy nature.
And it whispers to us that the daily grind is only one part of our existence – important, yes, but not everything. We shouldn't allow it to dictate what truly fills our hearts.
Just as the trees shed their leaves, we, too, can strip away what is superfluous to make room for what is essential: time that we consciously experience. Moments that nourish us. Moments that remain – even when everything else fades away.
Der Wald im warmen Licht des Herbstes erinnert uns daran, wie flüchtig alles ist. Die Farben lodern noch einmal in voller Kraft, bevor sie vergehen – ein stiller Hinweis darauf, dass auch unsere Zeit begrenzt ist.
Wenn das Laub unter den Füßen raschelt und der Weg sich golden vor uns ausbreitet, spüren wir: Jetzt ist der Moment, den wir wirklich besitzen. Nicht der morgige, nicht der gestrige – nur dieser.
Der Herbst zeigt uns, wie schön Veränderung sein kann. Er lädt uns ein, das Leben nicht aufzuschieben, sondern zu leben: Freude zu finden, dankbar zu sein, das Glück in kleinen Dingen zu entdecken. Die Natur zu genießen.
Und er flüstert uns zu, dass der Arbeitsalltag nur ein Teil unseres Daseins ist – wichtig, ja, aber nicht alles. Wir sollten ihm nicht erlauben, über das zu regieren, was unser Herz erfüllt.
So wie die Bäume ihre Blätter loslassen, dürfen auch wir Überflüssiges abstreifen, um Platz für das Wesentliche zu schaffen: Zeit, die wir bewusst erleben. Momente, die uns nähren. Augenblicke, die bleiben – auch wenn alles andere vergeht.
“Couples stood aside and stared at Tilly, draped in a striking green gown that was sculpted, crafted about her svelte frame. It curved with her hips, stretched over her breasts and clung to her thighs. And the material—georgette, two-and-six a yard from the sale stand at Pratts. The girls in their short frocks with pinched waists, their hair stiff in neat circles, opened their pink lips wide and tugged self-consciously at their frothy skirts.” – The Dressmaker (1996) written by Rosalie Ham.
The theme for “Smile on Saturday” for the 2nd of November is "needles or spines". Being a collector of vintage and antique haberdashery pieces, I have opted for the needles for this week's challenge. These needles, all of which are plated in gold, come from a deluxe antique needle case from the 1930s made of the most beautiful marone leather with hand tooled gold lettering identifying which types of needles they are. To show you just how small they are, I have photographed them against a sterling silver beehive thimble made by James Fenton & Company in 1904, and a spool of Rose brand buttonhole silk twist in a lovely shade of moss green. I decided to give the image a more vintage look by stripping out a bit of colour and adding a slight sepia tone. I hope you like my choice for this week's theme, and that it makes you smile!
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- One of the best views of St Paul's - the symmetry of the bridge complements the formal classical architecture.
In my opinion this is best shot, just after sunset as here, where the dome is lit up & highlighted, & the wonderful blue lights of the Millenium bridge come on (although they take on a turquoise colour through the glass panels of the bridge)
Not the easiest shot as there's a fairly small window of opportunity between the bridge lights coming on & the light levels dropping too much - which means the dome tends to give blown highlights & needs HDR treatment (even then doesn't look quite as good)
The other big problem is the people like me who walk all over the bridge! - it gets busier than an ice cream van on Brighton beach on a sunny bank holiday Monday - especially at this time!
If you want to capture the beauty of the blue lights on the bridge there's no option other than to use a 10 stop filter and get a 60 second exposure (minimum) to remove the crowds.
Even then you'll need to take a few shots because there's always a few stragglers who stop for ages to take in & photograph the great view & ruin even 60 second shots.
If you're not a fully paid up photo crazy geek like me and feel a bit self conscious with a tripod this is THE place to shake off those inhibitions because you have to stick your tripod smack bang in the middle of the half landing of the bridge!
But hey - if you can make it here - just like New York - you can make it anywhere!
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).
To properly bid farewell to beautiful Dresden, I went to the Old Town again last night and soaked up the atmosphere much more consciously than usual.
As I stood here to take this photo, I noticed the people on the viewing platform of the Frauenkirche (Church of Our Lady).
So, on a whim, I set off on the rather strenuous climb up there and stayed for the next hour. Until the friendly gentleman at the entrance asked me to come back down so he could finish for the day.
So, I'll be able to share some more pictures of Dresden here in the near future, even though I won't be in the area anymore starting next week.
Um mich angemessen vom wunderschönen Dresden zu verabschieden, war ich gestern Abend noch einmal in der Altstadt unterwegs und habe die Atmosphäre nochmal viel bewusster in mich aufgenommen als sonst.
Als ich dann hier stand um dieses Foto zu machen, bemerkte ich die Menschen auf der Aussichtsplattform der Frauenkirche.
Also habe ich mich spontag auf den, doch recht sportlichen Weg, dort hoch gemacht und bin die nächste Stunde dort oben geblieben. Bis der freundliche Herr vom Einlass mich gebeten hat wieder runter zu steigen, damit er Feierabend machen kann.
Ich werde also in nächster Zeit noch einige Bilder von Dresden hier zeigen können, auch, wenn ich ab nächste Woche nicht mehr in der Nähe sein werde.
I always feel conscious about taking pictures in public, because I get the feeling that they would wonder what I'm doing and that I look ridiculous to an extent
But that last time at the Beach I let what I love take over me and I took some wonderful pictures I think are amazing.
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Journal Entry written yesterday :D.
Well Lots of Homework to do. See you guys later.
Thank You for all the appreciation :D
ahaha I type too much smiley faces.