Beautiful Smiles - WARNING - Smiles Are Contagious
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so is panic
fear
hysteria
calm
love
enthusiasm
kindness
joy
choose wisely :-)
Dr. Caroline Lea
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I can beat the night
I'm not afraid of thunder
I am full of light
I am full of wonder
I ain't falling under
I am full of wonder
Though our feet might ache
The world's upon our shoulders
No way we gon' break
Cause we are full of wonder
we ain't falling under
we are full of wonder
This light is contagious
Go, go tell your neighbors
Just reach out and pass it on, ooh, yeah
This light is contagious
Go, go tell your neighbors
Just reach out and pass it on, ooh, yeah
This light is contagious
Go, go tell your neighbors
Just reach out and pass it on, ooh, yeah
This light is contagious
Go, go tell your neighbors
Just reach out and pass it on, yeah
we ain't falling under
we are full of wonder
When everything feels wrong
And darkness falls upon you
Just try sing along
This is a message from Cabana
If your heart turns blue
I want you to remember
This song is for you
And you are full of wonder
we ain't falling under
we are full of wonder
Lyrics from Naughty Boy - Wonder
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This story of duck shots is contagious because they are handsome,cute and friendly. Thanks to zanettco to make me the interest of photography and Bonnie to make me enjoy so much this nice guys.
Yesterday at the Tulip festival we had great time with my son and my Grandchildren,
They have grown so much!
Have a lovely week ahead.
Many years ago we traveled down curving roads through a beautiful forest. When we arrived at Lost Lake, this smiling statue of Big Foot was beaming at us. Photographs at the link I have shared show this same statue with bright paint covering its surface. Fortunately the weather has worn away some of the paint, revealing a beautiful smile. I was enchanted...and still find myself smiling at this image. lostlakeresort.org
As you approach and encounter the incredible scenery, and feel the crash of the falls that raise a mist forming a beautiful rainbow, you will feel a contagious energy with an incredible waterfall bath, making this intense and dazzling adventure becomes unforgettable.
My mom, my big sis and I did this amazing tour.
I think laughter is the best medicine. If you can’t laugh at yourself, then you can’t laugh at life and the silliness of it all.
David Hasselhoff
There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.
Charles Dickens
A good time to laugh is any time you can.
Linda Ellerbee
A wonderful thing about true laughter is that it just destroys any kind of system of dividing people.
John Cleese
A day without laughter is a day wasted.
Charlie Chaplin
Life is better when you’re laughing.
Anon
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Victor Hugo
Of all days, the day on which one has not laughed is the one most surely wasted.
Sebastien Roch
A person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused.
Shirley MacLaine
Laughter is wine for the soul - laughter soft, or loud and deep, tinged through with seriousness - the hilarious declaration made by man that life is worth living.
Sean O'Casey
A smile starts on the lips, a grin spreads to the eyes, a chuckle comes from the belly; but a good laugh bursts forth from the soul, overflows, and bubbles all around.
Carolyn Birmingham
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
W. H. Auden
From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.
Dr. Seuss
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
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A spontaneous portrait reaction as I was aiming for a candid shot on Buchanan Street in Glasgow, Scotland, A smile that you just can't help smiling at.
You kind Christmas wishes and hope for the coming year kept a smile on my face during a bleak Christmas and I wanted to share a contagious smile back at you. Thank you all - stay safe.
Previously published as a colour shot taken in February 2020.
I hear you laughing at me with the echoes right behind me
I feel the air around me and your gaze upon my body
You look at me as if we are not the same
I try to run away like a bullet train
I turn around to find that there is nowhere I can hide
I wish I could reply but I don't have the heart to try
I think I'm gonna cry but I keep pushing it inside
I stand there in the light as you dissect me with your eyes
What am I made of
That you're afraid of?
Am I contagious?
I wanna wake up
It's been a couple hours and the food is turning sour
Your voice is getting louder but you're looking like a coward
You think that all I need is some clarity
You wanna try and put me in therapy
But don't you think I've tried to sterilize my thoughts inside
I've prayed a million times and cried myself to sleep at night
But maybe you're not right and we're just different by design
'Cause how can you decide who I can love and lay beside?
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I captured this during one of my Street Photography Workshops in Glasgow during May 2019. This spontaneous smile is simply infectious, it is impossible to smile back! Enjoy!
I find it contagious in its pleasure. The bindings don't limit they define your current existence and so relax your mind.
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Please, don't fave and run, you will get yourself blocked.
"Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy." -Anais Nin
I picked these dandelion seed heads as they caught my eye and were about to disperse to the wind. I put them in a jar and photographed them with the backlight of my window and a perspective from underneath them.
I was surprised at the detail I could see via my camera lens, and how quickly these seed heads all wanted to intermingle with one another, drawn via their velcro like tentacles. Then I also noticed an ant had become mummified in one of them, unable to disentangle itself from the center of this dandelion seed.
The concept of contagion jumped into my mind. And indeed, dandelions have a force unto themselves in their ability to spread everywhere with their airborne seeds on a breezy day.
Photo taken June 9, 2022
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"Begin each day grateful, loving and passionate, spread love to all you encounter and greet them with a smile, the power of love and happiness is contagious so share more smiles, laughter, encouragement and joy to those around you."
~ Rashida Rowe~
"Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness."
~ Maurice Maeterlinck~
Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm. Have a healthy attitude, it is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others!! Be a carrier! :-)))
Be contagious with good things! Use "contagion" for a good pupose and spread the love!!
This is a photo from a photo walk we did together with my friend Christian Robold :-)
Christian is a charismatic photographer and a wonderful person!
Check his photostream:
www.flickr.com/photos/chrisrsouthland
Also for those who speak greek here is a little article I wrote about Christian's profession.
www.debop.gr/deBlog/the-athenians/mathimata-iatrikis
Enjoy your week-end guyz and thank you for your visits and support always! xx
Ha!
This wasn't the great final shot I've had planned for months. Nor is it the 'Oh shit, we're gonna be out of town that weekend, so my great final shot won't do and I must come up with another idea' shot that I've had planned for a few weeks. It's so me to plan and plan and plan for things and then just say 'fuck it' when I realize how much of my 'fun time' is going to be wasted by trying to get the perfect photo I see in my head.
We had an awesome weekend. We drove three hours west to a buddy's vacation home on a lake with about a dozen other folks to celebrate Rj's upcoming 30th birthday. It was a much needed break for me, as I've never been away from my son for more than a couple of hours.
It was this very same weekend last year that the same group of folks got together for Rj's best friend's 30th birthday party. The day before we were supposed to leave for the weekend-long party, Drake broke out in a rash. It didn't take long for us to figure out that it was the chicken pox, brought on by his vaccination. I wasn't taking Drake out with a contagious illness, so I told Rj to go on without us and I spent my first weekend alone with my 12 month old son. He spent much of the weekend sleeping and I was just playing around with my camera. My first 365 shot was actually taken before I even knew about the group - it was introduced to me later that day.
I can't believe I made it through the entire year, without missing a single day. It's out of my system now though and I will not be continuing with the daily self portrait experience. No worries, I'll still be around. I'm only 36 weeks into my 52 Weeks project, a weekly self portrait featuring Drake. And I have a few ideas for regular ol' self portraits that I hope to be able to execute now that there's no pressure to do this daily.
Thanks to everyone for all of your comments/faves/views. I wasn't into photography prior to this project and I definitely wouldn't be where I am now if it hadn't been for the all of the feedback I've received over the past year.
I plan to spend a good amount of time reflecting on the past year of my life and how this project has documented that. I've got some stats I wanna throw up and a few personalized thank yous to give out. I'll keep y'all posted when I have more information!
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What I present here on Flickr is a photographic account of the festival held every year in Palazzolo Acreide (Syracuse) in honor of Saint Michael the Archangel. This year the festival was celebrated on October 5th. The cult of Saint Michael the Archangel in Palazzolo Acreide seems to date back to the Arab-Norman period of Sicily (in Sicily, that period from the Arab conquest, 827 AD, which took it from the Byzantines, until the complete domination of the Normans, around 1194 AD). This is an era in which Sicily became a "container" of the most diverse cultures, Byzantine, Arab, Latin, Norman, thus creating a cultural, artistic and scientific synthesis: in this period, Christians invoked the "fighting" Archangel so that He could help them drive the Saracens from ancient Palazzolo (Palatiolum). On the eve of the liturgical feast (28 September), the “sciuta ra cammina” takes place, or what in other Sicilian feasts is called “la svelata” (the unveiled). The curtain covering the statue of the Archangel, placed in a “small room” above the main altar, is opened. Remaining behind the curtain, it is blocked from view for almost the entire year. The statue, now exposed for the adoration of the faithful, is moved forward a little (“sciuta ra cammina”, or “la svelata – the exit that walks” referring to the statue, which is carried forward). On the day of the big celebration, at 11:00 a.m., there will be a "hot air balloon launch." The organizers explained to me that the hot air balloons are made entirely of paper. The writing is also made with paper letters that are then glued together. The hot air produced beneath the balloons will make them fly. This year, the writing was in tune with the echo of the "People of Peace" movement, which hopes for an end to the war in Ukraine, waged by Russia, and for an end to Israeli oppression of the Palestinian people. At 1:00 pm the “sciuta” takes place, or the “exit” of the float with the statue of the Saint on it, carried on the shoulders of the devout bearers, to begin the procession. At that eagerly awaited moment, the fireworks are set off simultaneously, as are the “nzareddi” (long ribbons of colored paper, along with large confetti (the same ones seen during the exit of San Paolo, for his feast day, always in Palazzolo A.), the faithful explode in displays of jubilation, with their arms stretched high and invoking San Michele in a loud voice (this seems contagious to me, I too felt the need to raise my arms to the sky invoking San Michele, despite the photographic equipment….:o))…), the festive music of the marching band. Thus begins the procession toward the neighboring neighborhoods. The float is carried bare-shouldered by devout bearers. Long banners proceed at the front of the procession. Many devout women walk barefoot. Many children, both boys and girls, are lifted up and shown to the Archangel to ask for his spiritual intercession to protect them from evil. In thanksgiving, donations of banknotes or gold jewelry are made. Some typical curiosities of this celebration include: the statue of Saint Michael wears a breastplate made from gold from votive offerings donated over the centuries. It was later decided to melt them down and create his "gold-colored" breastplate. The statue of the Archangel, unlike what is seen in other Sicilian celebrations (usually from the "camera" located on the main altar, the saint, or saints, is made to descend by sliding on two tracks to reach the float, placed in front of the altar), here in Palazzolo A., instead, the simulacrum of the Archangel descends with a special ancient "elevator", placed under the small room, then behind the main altar, then lovingly carried in arms up to the float; on the shield of the Archangel, in the church that bears his name, on the T-shirts of the devotees, and on those of the boys and girls exposed to the Archangel, one reads "Quis ut Deus", it is the Latin translation of the name Michael (in Hebrew Mîkhā’ēl), which means “Who is like God?”, this expression is traditionally attributed to Saint Michael the Archangel, leader of the celestial armies, because, according to Christian tradition, it was the cry he uttered when he rebelled against Satan and his angels during the battle in heaven, affirming both the supremacy and uniqueness of God, and his devotion and loyalty towards the divine.
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Questo che presento qui su Flickr, è un racconto fotografico della festa che si tiene ogni anno a Palazzolo Acreide (Siracusa) in onore di San Michele Arcangelo, quest’anno la festa è stata celebrata il 5 ottobre. Il culto per San Michele Arcangelo a Palazzolo Acreide, sembra risalga al periodo arabo-normanno della Sicilia (in Sicilia quel periodo che va dalla conquista araba, 827 d.C, che la sottrae ai Bizantini, fino al completo dominio dei Normanni, circa 1194 d.C.), questa è un’epoca nella quale la Sicilia diviene un “contenitore” di culture le più diverse, bizantina, araba, latina, normanna, realizzandosi in tal modo una sintesi culturale, artistica e scientifica: in questo periodo i Cristiani invocano l’Arcangelo “che combatte” affinchè Egli li possa aiutare a scacciare i Saraceni dall’antica Palazzolo (Palatiolum). Il giorno della vigilia della festa liturgica (28 settembre), si ha la “sciuta ra cammina”, ovvero quella che in altre feste siciliana si chiama “la svelata”, si apre la tenda che copre la statua dell’Arcangelo, posta in una “cameretta” posta sopra l’altare maggiore, restando dietro la tenda viene preclusa alla vista per quasi tutto l’anno, la statua esposta ora all’adorazione dei fedeli, viene fatta avanzare di poco (“sciuta ra cammina”, ovvero “la svelata-l’uscita che cammina” riferita alla statua, che viene portata in avanti). Il giorno della grande festa alle ore 11:00 c’è la manifestazione del “lancio delle mongolfiere”, gli organizzatori mi hanno spiegato che le mongolfiere sono realizzate completamente con la carta, le scritte sono fatte anch’esse con lettere di carta poi incollate, l’aria calda prodotta sotto tali mongolfiere le farà volare: quest’anno le scritte erano in sintonia con quella eco del “Popolo della Pace” che spera nella fine della guerra in Ucraina ad opera della Russia, e nella fine della oppressione Israeliana verso il popolo Palestinese. Alle ore 13:00 avviene la “sciuta”, ovvero “l’uscita” della vara con sopra il simulacro del Santo, portato in spalla dai devoti portatori, per iniziare la processione, in quel momento, attesissimo, avviene in contemporanea lo sparo dei fuochi d’artificio, lo sparo degli “nzareddi” (sono lunghi nastri di carta colorata, insieme a grossi coriandoli (gli stessi si assistono durante l’uscita di San Paolo, per la sua festa, sempre a Palazzolo A.), i fedeli esplodono in manifestazioni di esultanza, con le braccia protese in alto ed invocando San Michele a gran voce (cosa questa che a me sembra contagiosa, anch’io ho sentito il bisogno di alzare le braccia al cielo invocando San Michele, nonostante l’attrezzatura fotografica….:o))…), la musica festosa della banda musicale. Inizia così la processione verso i quartieri vicini, la vara viene portata con la “spalla nuda” dai devoti portatori, lunghi stendardi procedono davanti nella processione, molte donne devote camminano a piedi scalzi, molti bimbi o bimbe, vengono alzati e mostrati all’Arcangelo, per chiedere la sua intercessione spirituale per essere protetti dal male, in ringraziamento ci sono donazioni di bancanote o monili d’oro. Alcune curiosità tipiche di questa festa sono: la statua di San Michele ha una corazza realizzata con l’oro proveniente dagli Ex Voto donati nei trascorsi secoli, poi si decise di fonderli e realizzare la sua corazza “color oro”; la statua dell’Arcangelo a differenza di ciò che si vede in altre feste siciliane (in genere dalla “cameretta” che si trova sull’altare maggiore, il santo, o più santi, viene fatto scendere scorrendo su due binari per giungere sulla vara, posta davanti l’altare), qui a Palazzolo A., invece il simulacro dell’Arcangelo scende con un particolare antico “ascensore”, posto sotto la cameretta, quindi dietro l’altare maggiore, poi portato amorevolmente in braccio fin sopra la vara; sullo scudo dell’Arcangelo, nella chiesa che porta il suo nome, sulle magliette dei devoti, su quelle dei bimbi e bimbe esposte all’Arcangelo, si legge “Quis ut Deus”, è la traduzione in latino del nome Michele (in ebraico Mîkhā’ēl), che appunto significa “Chi è come Dio?”, questa espressione è tradizionalmente attribuita a San Michele Arcangelo, capo delle milizie celesti, perché, secondo la tradizione cristiana, fu il grido che egli pronunciò quando si ribellò a Satana e ai suoi angeli durante la battaglia in cielo, affermando e la supremazia e unicità di Dio, e la sua devozione e lealtà verso il divino. .
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Encouragement is contagious!
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1. "Encouragement is to a friendship what confetti is to a party.",
2. "Spreading love is contagious.",
3. Remember to keep your days bright and happy.,
4. "A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you're at home.",
5. With a hug and a smile, your days become fulfilled.,
6. Share your smile, it is your most precious pearl.,
7. "A person with ambition and love for his blessings on earth is ever so alive.",
8. Even the smallest bud can glow.,
9. "The more of your life that you like and appreciate, the healthier you'll be."
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Seems I detected a new "virus" - but not one that you'd want to get vaccinated against or get rid of. It's the "Inner Light Virus" and it's as contagious as laughter ;-).
Happy Macro Monday everyone!
Try something different, even if you don't think it will work. Let your hands be led by your heart. There is no right or wrong... just have fun.
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A patient in Leprosy hospital in Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan.
36 acres Leprosy hospital a picture of neglect
The agony of Gregor Samsa in Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis of being rejected by his loved ones for no fault of his own, but due to a deformity that suddenly emerged out of nowhere, touched the hearts of many. The misery of being an outcast is traumatic in itself and is precisely what many lepers, admitted to the only city government-run leprosy hospital in Manghopir, feel. But their despair has multiplied owing to the dilapidated condition of the hospital building and inefficient management.
Leprosy is a contagious disease. According to the annual report of the Marie Adelaide Leprosy Centre, there are 700 new cases of the disease found annually in Pakistan. “Furthermore, those infected with the bacteria called Mycobacterium leprae, develop signs and symptoms of the disease in 3 to 40 years. It is transmitted from an infected and untreated patient through droplets (mucus), from the nose and mouth,” says a World Health Organisation (WHO) report.
Located in a far-flung area of the city, the leprosy hospital was built in 1896 by a philanthropist, Dr B.L. Roy. However, after being run by various NGOs it was handed over to the now defunct Karachi Municipal Corporation in 1960. There is no prize for guessing what happened to the facility afterwards.
According to the Medical Superintendent (MS), Dr Mohammad Abbasi, 180 patients are under treatment in this healthcare unit. However, this scribe could see not more than 80 to 100 patients at the time of the visit. Currently there are six doctors working at the hospital, out of which two work in the OPD till 1.30pm. The other doctors visit the hospital occasionally but are basically called when there is an emergency. The same is the case with the nurses and ward boys, (there are only two of each) and although they live on the premises, they too leave at 1.30pm.
The statements of the MS about the state of the hospital are quite quizzical. He says that most of the in-house patients have been cured and are staying there as they have no other place to go. He also claims that the majority of the lepers came when MDT was not introduced (before 1985) by the WHO, as earlier the disease was considered incurable. Nonetheless, when this reporter mentioned that a patient had been living there for not more than six years, he had no answer.
Thirty-six acres of the hospice’s land have been encroached upon and the administration says that they cannot do much about it. The hospital, which appears quite presentable whenever high-ups of the government have to visit it, in reality has a suffocating environment.
Walls in the ward have cracks running through them and paint flakes off due to dampness. When there is an electricity breakdown patients are seen lying on the floor to beat the heat. Bed sheets and pillows are stained and it seems that they haven’t been changed in ages. In addition to this, the patients have to wash their clothes themselves, while they have no access to recreation facilities.
Proper medicines are not visible on the bedside table. Instead, one can see cooking utensils as the patients have to cook their own food, as there are no cooks in the hospital. It is simply horrific to even imagine what will happen if any of the patients injures or burns themselves while cooking.
But the management seems to be in no particular hurry to appoint cooks. The MS maintains two reasons for this. “The old cooks have retired and the city government has to allow (us) to appoint new ones,” he says, adding that the other reason is that “no one wishes to work among lepers.”
The city government has sanctioned 100 employees, but the administration says they only have 80 people working for them. Forty patients are also employed as gardeners, gatekeepers, watchman etc. Though 30 of them draw their salary from the city government, the remainder are paid by some NGOs.
It is worth pondering whether these men and women, who have lost parts of their hands and feet to leprosy, can perform the job, for example, of a watchman satisfactorily? A recent incident quite clearly illustrates the pathetic situation.
A few men from the nearby colony entered the hospital, as there is no significant boundary wall to stop anyone, and proceeded to beat and rob one of the patients. The watchman tried, to the best of his ability, to stop the intruders but couldn’t do much. Dr Abbasi himself admits that he was helpless to prevent the incident.
On one hand the authorities claim they have no money to improve the conditions of the hospital. However, the administration has spent millions on the construction of a molecular laboratory, tuberculosis centre and dental healthcare unit. Then why are funds not being allocated for the uplift of this facility?
It is not difficult to understand why these patients are forced to live there. Abandoned by their families, they have no other place to go. Some of the women even have their children with them in the hospital. Male patients voice their concerns about food. It seems that they want to complain about other things as well, but the presence of the MS prevents them from doing so. However, the female patients are more careful in this respect and say that they do not have any complaints.
Talking to these patients, one senses an air of melancholy about them. Not being accepted by society they are confined to the hospital, while the attitude of their relatives has shattered them. Thirty-eight-year-old Najibur Rehman has been living in the hospital since he was a young boy. His family found out about him being infected with the disease when he was 9. They tried to have him treated by various hakims and doctors, but it was all in vain. His mother, brother and family visit him once in a while.
On the other hand Anwer Hussain says that he hates his family. When asked why, he says that “when I was diagnosed with leprosy, my mother did not come close to me.” He adds that “not even my dad or brothers bothered to come and see me.” He also criticises the hospital administration for not taking care of the patients. All the patients agree when he says that the hospital gives one piece of bread per meal, which is not enough for them.
Hailing from Chitral, Mirsawat, 70, sits on the floor of the hospital. He lost half of his foot and both of his eyes due to this bacterium. He doesn’t know what has happened to his family as he has not been in touch with them for ages. In fact, he has also lost track of the time when he first came here. He used to work as a street vendor in a nearby area and when he was diagnosed with leprosy, he moved to the hospital.
The situation in the female ward is no different. Bibi Khatoon, 70, sitting on the edge of her bed complains about the poor provision of electricity to the hospital. She reveals that she had to come here as most of her family lives in India. “After my husband died some years ago, I was left with no option,” she says. As she has no children of her own, her brother-in-law’s kids, living in Karachi, visit her. She very innocently says that her nieces and nephews do love her, “but they never take me home and therefore, I no longer insist.”
Sara, 30, had to leave her infant girl in Afghanistan seven years ago. She still remembers how her daughter looked like then. She says that the clothes she and the others wear are donated by charities. She thinks it is best for her to stay in the hospital so as to not infect any others with the disease.
It seems extremely unfair for these patients to suffer further due to the incompetence and neglect of the hospital staff. The city government should try to improve the living standard of these people. If they are cured, they should be shifted to a place where they can settle down and rejoin the fabric of society.