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Deep Into Imagination is a concept that tackles the idea of loosing oneself to the power of imagination.The floating clocks represent the power of time and space.

I have been contemplating on the idea of pushing all my creativity to do more conceptual type photography. I wanted to unleash all these surreal imaginative ideas that I have that are stuck inside my head waiting patiently to be revealed. "The Persistance of Memory" by Salvodor Dali, "Dali Atomicus," photo by Philippe Halsman, and the movie Carrie are all inspiration to create this photograph.

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Text: I want to tell a story about an invisible elephant.

Once upon a time, when I was in graduate school at UCSB, the department of religious studies held a symposium on diasporic religious communities in the United States. Our working definition for the religious diaspora that day was, “religious groups from elsewhere now residing as large, cohesive communities in the US.” It was a round table symposium, so any current scholar at the UC who wanted to speak could have a seat at the table. A hunch based on hundreds of years of solid evidence compelled me to show up, in my Badass Academic Indigenous Warrior Auntie finery.

There were around 15-20 scholars at the table, and the audience was maybe fifty people. There was one Black scholar at the table, and two Latinx scholars, one of whom was one of my dissertation advisors. The other was a visiting scholar from Florida, who spoke about the diasporic Santería community in Miami. But everyone else at the table were white scholars, all progressively liberal in their politics, many of whom were my friends. Since there was no pre-written agenda, I listened until everyone else had presented. I learned a tremendous amount about the Jewish diaspora in the US, and about the Yoruba/Orisha/Voudou, Tibetan Buddhist, Muslim, and Hindu communities, and even about a small enclave of Zoroastrians.

As they went on, I realized my hunch had been correct, and I listened to them ignore the elephant, invisible and silent, at that table.

So I decided to help her speak the hell up. “Hello, my name is Julie Cordero. I’m working on my PhD in Ethnobotany, Native American Religious Traditions, and the history of global medical traditions. I’d like to talk about the European Catholic and Protestant Christian religious diaspora in the United States, as these are the traditions that have had by far the greatest impact on both the converted and non-converted indigenous inhabitants of this land.”

Total silence. And then several “hot damns” from students and colleagues in the audience. I looked around the table at all the confused white faces. My Latinx advisor slapped his hand on the table and said, “Right!!?? Let’s talk about that, colleagues.”

The Black scholar, who was sitting next to me, started softly laughing. As I went on, detailing the myriad denominations of this European Christian Diaspora, including the Catholic diocese in which I’d been raised and educated, and the brutal and genocidal Catholic and Protestant boarding schools that had horribly traumatized generations of First Nations children, and especially as I touched on how Christians had twisted the message of Christ to try and force people stolen from Africa to accept that their biblically-ordained role was to serve the White Race, her laughs grew more and more bitter.

The Religious Studies department chair, who’d given a brilliant talk on the interplay between Jewish and Muslim communities in Michigan, stopped me at one point, and said, “Julie, I see the point you are so eloquently making, but you’re discussing American religions, not religious diasporic communities.” I referred to the definition of the diaspora we had discussed at the start of the discussion and then said, “No, Clark. If I were here to discuss religions that were not from elsewhere, I’d be discussing the Choctaw Green Corn ceremony, the Karuk Brush Dance, the Big Head ceremonial complex in Northern California, the Lakota Sun Dance, or the Chumash and Tongva Chingichnich ritual complex.”

It got a bit heated for a few moments, as several scholars-without-a-damn-clue tried to argue that we were here to discuss CURRENT religious traditions, not ancient.

Well. I’ll let you use your imagination as to the response from the POC present, which was vigorously backed by the three young First Nations students who were present in the audience (all of whom practice their CURRENT ceremonial traditions). It got the kind of ugly that only happens with people whose self-perception is that they, as liberal scholars of world cultures with lots of POC friends and colleagues, couldn’t possibly be racist.

Our Black colleague stood and left without a word. I very nearly did. But I stayed because of my Auntie role to the Native students in the audience.

I looked around at that circle of hostile faces, and waited for one single white scholar to see how unbelievably racist was this discursive erasure of entire peoples - including my people, on whose homeland UCSB is situated.

Finally, a friend spoke up. “If we are going to adhere to the definition of diaspora outlined here, she is technically correct.”

And then my dear friend, a white scholar of Buddhism: “In the Buddhist tradition, the Second Form of Ignorance is the superimposition of that which is false over that which is true. In this case, all of us white scholars are assuming that every people but white Americans are ‘other,’ and that we have no culture when the underlying fact is that our culture is so dominant that we’ve deluded ourselves into thinking it’s the neutral state of human culture against which all others are foreign. Even the Black people our ancestors abducted and enslaved we treat as somehow more foreign than ourselves. And, most absurdly, the peoples who are indigenous to this land are told that we belong here more than they do.”

People stared at their hands and doodled. The audience was dead quiet.

And you know what happened then? The elephant was no longer invisible, and my colleagues and I were able to have a conversation based on the truths about colonialism and diaspora. We were THEN able to name and discuss the distinctions between colonial settlements and immigrant settlements, and how colonial religious projects have sought to overtake, control, and own land, people, and resources, while immigrant and especially refugee diasporic communities simply seek a home free from persecution.

As we continue this national discussion, it is absolutely key to never, ever let that elephant be invisible or silent. You are on Native Land. Black descendants of human beings abducted from their African homelands are not immigrants. European cultures are just human cultures, among many. And the assignation of moral, cultural, racial superiority of European world views overall non-Euro human cultures is a profound delusion, one that continues to threaten and exterminate all people who oppose it, and even nature itself.

I hope that this story has comforted the afflicted and afflicted the comfortable.

From a Facebook post

deep silence by ✭Emorinedia✭

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Deep impact by Immánuel Fodor

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My Mommy always told me 'never touch the surface of the Sun' :)

Az előző 3 kép titkának nyitja: gyufafotó :)

És a titok rövid ismertetése:

Már olyan régóta szerettem volna kicsit makrózni, de az önszemmakrót nem sikerült live view nélkül megoldani (és sennnn kolega remekműveinek hála már valószínűleg nem is fogom :P), a golyóstoll ötletet inkoo barátunk szintén megvalósította, lepkét nem tudok, mert mindig elmegy, legyet meg nem fogok (bleee), stbstb, szóval mire eljutottam odáig, hogy "na akkor végre makró", addigra ellőtték az előre jól kigondolt ötleteket mások :P :D

Így kezdtem el gondolkozni valami egyedin, s egyszercsak beugrott a gyufafotó víziója :) Persze nekem abból is a legnehezebb pillanatra volt szükségem, amikor lángrakap a cucc.... na nem baj, telére 55ös obit becsavarni, telét vázra felcsattintani, gépet állványra fel, távkioldó be, gyufát elő, ééééés itt jön csak a nehézség :) Mert ugyebár a szememmel nézek bele a keresőbe, átkarolom a vázat az állványon kétoldalról, és a méretes obirendszer előtt próbálkozok a helyes pár miliméteres élesség-tartományban gyufát gyújtani, izgulva a fordított obi hátsó lencséjének épségéért... ha minden esetleg szerencsésen össze is jön, akkor még ott tartok, hogy kellene egy 3. kéz az exponáláshoz, de ez meg sajnos "nem van" :)

Ebbéli szenvedelmeim közepette jöttem rá, hogy ha a távkioldót együtt fogom a gyufásdobozzal, akkor amint begyullad a fej, azonnal vagy még előtte megnyomom, így sorozat módban (az előre beállított manuális értékek és fókusz mellett) csak a helyes tárgytávolságra kell figyelni, s el lehet kapni a legjobb pillanatokat. A végére minden gyufaszál meggyulladása jókor, jó helyen történt, úgy tűnik, gyakorlat kérdése az egész...

4 doboz gyufa legjobb pillanatait (persze anya legnagyobb örömére :P) úgy 900 képen sikerült megörökíteni, ebből a felén csak sötétség látható a sorozatlövés miatt, de összesen 132 tökéletes begyulladás lett a végeredmény. Ebből már csak klisé- és tucatfotó-kerülő képeket kellett válogatni, így maradt bent a döntőben ez a 4 "fantáziadús"-nak mondható kép :)

Remélem tetszenek, másfél óra kemény piromániázás eredménye! :D

deep thinking by { pranav }

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Do not miss to View Large On Black

i somehow started liking pictures of people who are not paying attention to me and my cam. i think that is when i can capture so natural expressions. well, this works as long as i don't go to clicking weddings and parties ;-) what do you think?

Clicked at Aalambana. Read complete story @ Hyderabad Photography Club website.

This picture is released under Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 India License

Deep blue eyes by Kira Kira

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