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An old barn near Ross, central Tasmania. Taken on the way back from a road trip from Launceston to Hobart with my youngest son.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished shot from August 2020. I really miss those snippets of conversation. the fragments of other peoples lives, that you could hear as you walked around the city. Something that was actually represented really well in the Grand Theft Auto series of video games! If you could string all of those snippets together I wonder what the resulting chaotic narrative would be. Enjoy!
We like to talk
-really talk-
our sentences stretch out into the evening
and through the night.
No telescope could find us in space.
Coffee, tea, wine, and whiskey.
Even the pauses matter.
That idea of ‘heavy silences’
define our sense of selves
and how ideas can be considered.
Did you know
I couldn’t talk like this with anyone else
It takes a village to raise a child
and at least one other well meaning human
to heal an adult.
The noise is overwhelming
a disorganized mess
But when we have this dangling conversation
those moments make sense of us.
And we realize we’re still here.
Hear the blood bubble and flow
molecules massing and sometimes messing up
and we are vigilant
Do we really want to live another day?
Only if we can talk about it.
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How's your imagination?
While processing this pic of 6 Whistler ducks I had some fun imagining what was being discussed at the "bar"
Two on the left "Hasn't been easy lately Joe"
Centre two "Have we met?"
Two on the right whistling "Wow look at those babes"
With a sight and sound that commands attention from even the hardiest of souls, Colas unit 70810 powers up and accelerates her train of log carriers through Preston station on an autumnal Sunday afternoon last year.
The working is the 10.30am Chirk Kronospan - Carlisle Yard (6C37) and, as often seems to be the case, empty wagons make more of a commotion rattling around than they do fully loaded. In this case, under the enclosed and echoey roof, there certainly wasn't much scope for meaningful conversation until the train had passed.
This is the sister shot to the more conventional 'Log Rhythms' posted a few weeks ago. I figured this one merited its own outing.
Better viewed full screen - comments off, thanks.
2.23pm, 10th October 2021
Sony CyberShot DSC-RX 100
Carl Zeiss Vario-Sonnar T* 1.8-4.9/10.4-37.1
© Norbert Peter
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woodcut, rock formation, red bridge, arched among the trees, mirrored surface, deep south, bel giardino, forest pathway, still still water, gentle flow, slow movement toward the sea ...
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It went like this....
In the first comment box, there are 2 side by side photos.
The one on the left is the original one of some rocks my sister in law painted to look like bugs....very cute.
I thought maybe I could edit them to look cutely spooky for Halloween and the one on the right is that edit.
I thought it was just kind of dumb, so I took it back into editing and tried a number of different filters.
When I got to this one, I clicked on something that reversed black and white.
This appeared.
It stunned me.
In no way had I conceived of it, or seen it. It is the result of completely random clicks.
I see a funny looking figure on the right listening to a funny looking fish (?) on the left, but there was something about it that touched me and I find myself really liking it.
I sent the photos to my Flickr friend, Amanda, (bird cloud) and in her special way of seeing, she linked the conversation to the process itself, of conversing with the unknown, the unconscious.
And she saw that too in the figure listening to the fish.
I later read that fish, being a water element, are thought by some to represent the nebulous, fluid world of the unconscious.
So, in all regards, it's been a most interesting conversation.
“Good Morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
"What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once," said Bilbo. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain.
...
"Good morning!" he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water." By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
"What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!" said Gandalf. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off.”
Quote ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Happy Sliders Sunday everyone!
Passion-vine Hopper (Scolypopa australis)
On Saturday I posted an image of a Passion-vine Hopper nymph.
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Today I found a couple of adults.
Andrew: So anyway, whenever I visit this place I feel there's a real connection with the landscape, as though maybe in a past life I was born into an Anglo Saxon family, do you know what I mean?'
Daisy: 'Do you ever lick Hawthorn? Watch this!'
Andrew : 'No but I read in my Herbal that the young leaves were eaten in past times and called 'bread and cheese'
Daisy: 'Listen to this noise I make with my tongue! phhhwwwooooaaahhhhghghghhhhhhhh'