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Last smile, last pure breath

fade with the last sunset

I shall go to a place

that I remember long ago

Soft endorphins soothe my mind

dancing shadows play

as I die.

Cris Alonso (www.facebook.com/cristina.alonso.88 ) es la vocalista y guitarra del proyecto zaragozano de rock americano “Endorphin Shot”, un grupo musical que bebe del rock sureño, el feeling del Blues y los ritmos del Funky. A la vez tiene una propuesta en solitario que según ella misma cuenta es “Un proyecto acústico que llevo defendiendo desde los 21 años, que en algún momento he dejado un poco atrás; pero no quiero que ese baúl quede cerrado sino al revés, mostrarlo sin tener ningún tipo de reparo o vergüenza por lo que sea”.

También acompañó a The Big Band Theory en el concierto del 24 de Junio.

“Se eleva tu voz con vuelo y precisión de flecha,

baja tu voz con gravedad de lluvia,

tu voz esparce altísimas espadas,

vuelve tu voz cargada de violetas

y luego me acompaña por el cielo”

Fragmento del Soneto LII de “cien sonetos de amor” de Pablo Neruda

Endorphin Shot – Rockshot + Mud + Fucking days

May your sweetest dreams come true!

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Laughing is an excellent way to reduce stress in our lives, and can help you to cope with and survive a stressful lifestyle.

Laughter provides a full-scale workout for your muscles and unleashes a rush of stress-busting endorphins. Since our bodies cannot distinguish between real and fake laughter, anything that makes you giggle will have a positive impact. You do not need to be happy or have a sense of humor to benefit from a good laugh.

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Shot at Backdrop Cove.

Trying to convey visually that high you get from exercise.

Yay 1K followers on my Flickr

In Januari 2019 I lost the inlog data on my prior Flickr account. Starting all over again so thank you everybody for liking my pictures and stream. It releases endorphins so it makes me happy.

I try to challenge myself by making pictures in black and white.

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My Korner #265 - Morning Sun!

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BLOG NAME: Morning Sun!

DESIGNERS: 1 Hundred. Supernatural, Avada & Salt & Pepper

The morning sun feels so good. It takes away the stress of the world and puts me in the best mood and fills me with energy! But you know, the sun does this by releasing endorphins in the body.

Today I'm wearing:

DRESS: 1 Hundred. Sheer Sundress. Mint

NECKLACE/EARRINGS: .::Supernatural::. Aya Set Fatpack @Belle

NAILS: Avada~ Ballerina Nails - Sloan

BREAST PUSH UP SYSTEM: S&P Bento Push up

Sundress is rigged for Freya, Hourglass & Maitreya. Comes in blue, fuschia, lilac, mint, peach and teal.

Aya set comes in gold or silver and comes with gem HUDs for the stones.

Sloan Ballerina Nails are rigged for Belleza, Legacy, Slink & Maitreya. Has appliers in Blue, Fuschia, Orange, Pink and Purple.

Push Up Breast system has 4 stages. I'm showing stage 4. This breast system works with any mesh body and works with all rigged clothing.

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i am my own parasite

i don't need a host to live

we feed off of each other

we can share our endorphins

- nirvana

there is an abandoned house just a few steps away from the warehouse in my previous shot. someone thought it would be funny to prop up a doll in the window to scare off would-be intruders. i think it's high-larious. happy spookeh wednesday everyone:]

A little picture therapy today. Trying to raise my endorphins a bit.

Música (abrir en nueva pestaña) / Music (Open link in new tab): The Endorphins- This is it

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Otra captura de mi última visita a la Costa Blanca. Se trata de una exposición prolongada tomada por la tarde con el filtro Haida ND 3.0 Slim Pro II MC 1000x en la Cala del Tío Ximo (Benidorm, Alicante), situada entre escarpados acantilados a los pies de la Sierra Helada, declarada parque natural, en la costa norte de Benidorm. Se trata de una bonita y recoleta cala en la que los visitantes pueden escapar del ajetreo de las playas más concurridas de Benidorm. Tanto es así que, la tarde que hice esta fotografía, me encontraba yo solo en la cala. Un bello y tranquilo paraje natural de intemporal apariencia, al lado mismo de tan magna y bulliciosa turística urbe.

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A long exposure shot taken in the late afternoon in Tío Ximo Cove (Benidorm, Costa Blanca, Alicante, Spain), located between steep cliffs at the foot of the Sierra Helada, declared a natural park, on the north coast of Benidorm. It is a small cove where visitors can escape from the hustle and bustle of Benidorm's busier beaches, so much so that I was all alone on the beach the whole time I was taking pictures. It's a beautiful natural place of timeless appearance, next to such a great tourist city.

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Its just art or whatever

"We Dance to the Beat"

Robyn

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of the continents shifting under our feet

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of a new, better, faster breed

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of radioactivity blocking the exits

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of false math and unrecognised genius

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of distorted knowledge passed on

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of a distant rumble

We dance to the beat

We dancing

And it's loud and proud

And it's loud and proud

And it's loud and proud

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of silent mutation

We dance to the beat of your brain not evolving fast enough

We dance to the beat of raw talent wasted

We dance to the beat of bad kissers clicking teeth

We dance to the beat of opportunity knocking

We dance to the beat of an eviction next door

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

Of another recycled rebellion

Of consolidating assets

Of another crowd losing it

Of your voice breaking up in static

Of suburbia burning

Of communication gone mad

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

And we don't stop

And we don't stop

And we don't stop

And we don't stop

And we don't stop

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

And we don't stop

And we don't stop

We dance to the beat of a billion charges of endorphin

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of a love lost and then won back

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of source code and conjuring

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat of gravity giving us a break

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance to the beat

We dance...

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🎵 I'm tired of being what you want me to be…. Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface…. Cause everything that you thought I would be, has fallen apart right in front of you…. I've become so numb, I can't feel you there…. All I want to do is be more like me and be less like you - You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

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A bighorn sheep ram settles down to do what ruminants do periodically- chew the cud. To me it seems there must be a rush of endorphins that accompanies these episodes, based anecdotally on the look on their peaceful faces.

The practice of chewing the cud is thought to be an adaptation to predator avoidance. The herbivorous animals eat as much plant material as quickly as possible without chewing it thoroughly. They then seek out safe places to sit quietly and more thoroughly break down the plant matter, assisted by their four chambered stomach (leaving out many details here, especially the regurgitation process- some of you may be eating now).

Forced myself to go to the gym this morning in search of some endorphins... This was the view through the window - nice place to work out!

- Libérer de l’ocytocine (hormone du lien et de l’attachement) → favorise détente et confiance

- Réduire le cortisol (hormone du stress) → diminue anxiété et tensions

- Booster la dopamine (plaisir et motivation) → augmente la bonne humeur

- Augmenter les endorphines (anti-douleur naturel) → soulage douleurs et améliore le bien-être

- Baisser la pression artérielle → protège le cœur et les artères

- Renforcer le système immunitaire → meilleure résistance aux maladies

- Améliorer le sommeil → plus réparateur et apaisant

- Réduire les inflammations → effet bénéfique sur douleurs chroniques et articulations

- Stimuler la confiance en soi → meilleure estime personnelle

- Allonger l’espérance de vie → par réduction du stress et meilleure santé globale

Now it's not winter yet but it was early in the morning and I was glad of a heavy coat.

However "cold water" swimming is supposed to be good for you.

Potential health benefits:

Boosts circulation – Cold water forces your blood vessels to constrict and then reopen when you warm up, which can improve circulation over time.

Supports mental health – Many swimmers report reduced stress, improved mood, and even relief from anxiety or mild depression, likely due to endorphin release and the “shock” response.

Strengthens the immune system – Regular exposure may increase white blood cell count and resilience against infections.

Improves recovery – Cold water immersion is often used by athletes to reduce inflammation and muscle soreness.

Risks and precautions:

Cold shock response – Sudden immersion can cause gasping, hyperventilation, and increased heart rate, which is risky for people with heart conditions.

Hypothermia – Prolonged exposure can dangerously lower core body temperature.

Loss of coordination – Cold water can quickly impair muscle control, increasing drowning risk.

Not suitable for everyone – People with certain cardiovascular or respiratory conditions should consult a doctor first.

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Sidmouth, Devon, UK.

It's cold outside!

The daylight hours may be getting shorter and I might be feeling sleepier but the cold weather makes me feel alive.

Did you know that cold weather can make you happier? It's because your body has to work harder in the cold so your endorphin production is boosted even more, leading to a happier state of mind.

Winter weather used to bother me. It is cold, the days are shorter but it all depends on your mindset and I am trying to change my ways of any negative mindset I may have about certain things. Don't get me wrong, I am not a big fan of some things like driving in a blizzard but if the cold weather bothers me, I just dress better for it. I know it may not be as simple as that for everyone but do what works for you.

By the way, when I walked away from this photo set up my dog ate the marshmallows. I should have known better because she was watching me work and once she had tried to eat one of the little styrofoam ball decorations but she spit it out. She didn't waste a moment during my second departure though and eventually got her chance to gobble down the marshmallows. Oh well, she saved me from eating them. :D

I didn't get around to baking any cookies today but I did get my Christmas decorating done. I hope you had a great day and thanks for the visit!

A cold, foggy and wintry lockdown day in Munich. Go out, take photos, go running or walking, get your endorphins and have a look at the light at the end. Stay brave.

The first handheld test of the Sigma Art lens for street photography. The 40mm lens seems ideal for this kind of photography.

It is my first real attempt in the genre "street" that is new to me. So every comment and criticism is very much appreciated.

Part of Flickr´s Top Photos 2021

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I like to pursue the experience of seeing Horsetail Fall each year. A client of ours not long ago dismissed it as something to the effect of "everyone pursuing the same shot". That's fine, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but it got me wondering why I disagree, and what has driven me to pursue the event maybe 80-90 times over the past couple of decades. It's never the same twice, but it's more than that. A lot more.

A lot of people pursue the sight of Horsetail Fall each year. The phenomenon requires a lot of variables to line up, so it may only be dramatic on one or two nights each year. Sometimes there's only a wet spot on the rock illuminated with sunset light, other times there's a small amount of water, but it only gets a weak glow of color as the sun fades behind thin haze as it sets.

On the best of nights there's a strong flow cascading over the lip or El Capitan, and the full force of the sun lights up the water through clear skies to the west. The waterfall becomes a shining beacon of sunlight, shimmering as it cascades down the granite surface. It looks white hot at first, difficult to look at when the water catches and transmits enough of the sun. Then there's an increasing amount of color, as the sun sets through thickening atmosphere and blue light is scattered, leaving warmer tones. Yet as the coloration starts, the intensity is still very high, like vigorously splashing molten copper. Water splashes as it cascades, and the droplets create a scintillating effect of liquid molten sunlight. This is the part that's utterly spectacular, leaving witnesses with jaws agape, oohs and ahhs coming from the spectators below. The effect is most analogous to the shimmering corona present for a few minutes during a total solar eclipse, something that many people travel the world over and over to see and experience again. On one hand seeing the sun's corona revealed is a combination of coincidence and physics, but it can trigger awe with a healthy dose of dopamine, endorphins, and who knows what else, an intense natural high that may be unmatched in the viewer's prior life experience. So it's little wonder that many people with the means pursue that experience over and over again. At its best and most intense, Horsetail Fall, if you're in the right place to get the full force of intense transmitted sunlight, produces that effect.

The next phase is when the color peaks in Horsetail Fall, the sun is in its final orange phase, and the water resembles hot lava in color. If someone unmasked you in that spot in exactly that moment, you could be convinced that it IS hot lava, the eruption spewing droplets of red hot Pele's tears as it falls. It's awesome, but if you were waiting for color and didn't pay attention to the prior phase because your neighbor was chatty, you missed the main event. Clever photographers will go to great lengths to try to get an unusual angle on the waterfall, to capture a unique composition. If you're standing at a right angle to the light going through the waterfall, getting some reflected color but not the scintillating light coming through small droplets, sure, you may have captured a pretty picture, but sorry, if it happened at all, you may have missed the most intense part of the experience.

The final phase is when the color starts to fade, and the setting sun might cast a more magenta to red tone on the water. In some years, especially when there's low water flow, this is the best that it gets in five nights of trying.

In later dates in February, the sunlight will have a shadow creeping up from below, leaving intense light mainly on the upper portion of the waterfall.

The event typically ends in the spectators cheering and clapping, a release of energy they accumulated during the various phases of the spectacle.

There are probably multiple reasons why someone might not get why Horsetail Fall is something to experience. One category is people who chased it and either it didn't happen, or it wasn't that great. Fair enough, sorry you missed it. It's a bit like chasing a solar eclipse that ends up impeded by clouds. It could feel like a waste of time, and you may wonder why people put themselves through the hassle.

Another category of unimpressed people may be photographers who flit around the country or world like butterflies, collecting places but never stopping to truly experience them. Lori and I traveled to Turkey in 2010, but we spent over 3 weeks there and spent a lot of time driving around the countryside staying with locals. We wanted to experience the country and meet the people, not just blow through it collecting postcard shots. Our favorite experiences are from when we left a hole in our itinerary and had locals recommend where we should go. And the time when no one spoke English while our rental car broke down for several hours. Travelling the country and photographing/seeing many sites was great, the people and experiences were priceless.

Similarly for many of the most spectacular moments we experience, often with little warning, it's most compelling to remember to experience the full impact, not just photograph the pretty colors or the unusual weather. Often we run into conditions that boggle the mind, and contain a range of light that the photographic process, without the full intensity of the sun, will never fully contain or convey. Moments that we never could have possibly anticipated, when nature is just showing off how it can exceed what we've experienced before. The first thing I do in these circumstances is to observe, "No one will ever believe this!" Because it's true. And I point out the when they're post-processing the images, if they upload an image and at least some people don't reply with "fake", "over-processed", "oversaturated", or now "AI", then they've failed to convey even a fraction of what they've seen. We also try to encourage people to learn how to automate their exposures with an interval timer, so they can experience the moment as well. Or take lots of different compositions at various times as conditions evolve, but also pause, look up, and notice, and experience the awe.

For me that's the draw. The experiences. The photographs are just a way to share some small fraction of what we experienced.

Back to Horsetail Fall... one of the biggest challenges is trying to post-process the results to reflect the full range of light, to try to include as much of the extreme contrast as possible, without washing out the intense color. I'll probably have to take several passes at the images, and gradually improve them over time. And they probably won't have an appropriate impact without a searing light source, a very bright and high contrast display, or a massively bright light shining directly on a metal print (does someone print on copper?). It'll never match the original event. You can't contain the sun, and re-emit it on command. But perhaps some fraction of the awe can be communicated, and even if not, we'll always have the experiences. And that's what I'm in this for... the doing, the experiencing, and sharing what I can to people who perhaps can't get out as often as we do and see as much of the ridiculous beauty that occurs, whether there's anyone there to see and record it or not.

See you in 5-6 weeks, Horsetail Fall!

Generell entwickelt man mit der Zeit schon eine gewisse Abhängigkeit von Moder, Schimmel und Muff.

Neuste Erkenntnisse des Frauenhofer Institut zeigen auf, dass je nach Zusammensetzung sich die Kombination auf die Biochemie extrem auswirkt. 75% Moder, in Kombination mit 17% Muff und 8% Schimmel beeinflussen die Biochemie so dermaßen, dass der Körper eigene Endorphine ausschüttet, die man sonst nur bekommt, wenn ein nach dem Sex die Edelnutte bezahlt, weil es einfach gut gemacht war. Hingegen ist es so das 13,8% Schimmel in Kombination mit 21,7% Moder und 64,5% Muff dazu führen, dass man tendenziell dazu neigt umzudekorieren.

Ganz schlimm wird es wenn man allerdings, wenn nicht alle drei Faktoren zusammenspielen.

Dann neigt die Biochemie schnell dazu das man sich für was Besseres hält und alle andern sind perse erst mal doof.

Dies führt dann wider dazu, wenn sich mehrere dieser unterdosierten treffen, das die sich gegenseitig das Förmchen klauen und den andern versuchen die Sandburg Kaput zu treten. Das Recht haben sie ja, denn alle andern sind ja perse doof!

Leider hat die Pharmazie bis heute noch nicht geschafft den Muff zu synthetisieren und somit gibt es keine Möglichkeit vorm betreten der Spots sich entsprechend einzustellen.

Hach wär die Welt schön, wenn alle wieder so geile Typen wären wie sie glauben, dass sie es sind ...

Ihr dürft natürlich gerne Teilen, kommentieren, konstruktiv kritisieren und Folgen.

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Psychische Entspannung und Stärkung des Immunsystems durch Massagen. Im Zuge einer Massage schüttet der Körper Endorphine aus. Durch die so genannten Glückshormone wird die schmerzlindernde Wirkung einer Massage noch weiter gefördert und zusätzlich Stress abgebaut.

Psychological relaxation and strengthening of the immune system through massages. During a massage, the body releases endorphins. The so-called happiness hormones further promote the pain-relieving effect of a massage and also reduce stress.

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“C://WARNING

status [stress level] _HIGH_

status [social life rate] _LOW_

status [endorphins level] _LOW_

PORT: 1 connected _charging_”

Tune: Massive Attack - Rush Minute

www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIuJ53dAmjY

Wir sind Helden - „Nur ein Wort“

www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5kmM98iklo

Ich sehe, dass du denkst

Ich denke dass du fühlst

Ich fühle dass du willst

aber ich hör dich nicht ich

hab mir ein Wörterbuch geliehen

dir A bis Z ins Ohr geschrieen

Ich stapel tausend wirre Worte auf

die dich am Ärmel ziehen

Und wo du hingehen willst

Ich häng an deinen Beinen

Wenn du schon auf den Mund fallen musst

Warum dann nicht auf meinen

Oh bitte gib mir nur ein Wort

Bitte gib mir nur ein Oh

Bitte gib mir nur ein

Bitte bitte gib mir nur ein Wort

Es ist verrückt wie schön du schweigst

Wie du dein hübsches Köpfchen neigst

Und so der ganzen lauten Welt und mir

die kalte Schulter zeigst

Dein Schweigen ist dein Zelt

Du stellst es mitten in die Welt

Spannst die Schnüre und staunst stumm wenn

Nachts ein Mädchen drüber fällt

Zu deinen Füssen red ich mich um Kopf und Kragen

Ich will in deine tiefen Wasser

Große Wellen schlagen

Oh bitte gib mir nur ein Wort

In meinem Blut werfen die Endorphine Blasen

Wenn hinter deinen stillen Hasenaugen die Gedanken rasen

Certain wildlife or birds just seem to turn my day around when I spot them. The mountain bluebird is one of the subjects that makes me smile immediately upon first glance. Not that uncommon around my area, but it doesn't matter. I guess maybe it's the splash of color that makes it jump out amongst our less colorful birds ... or maybe it's elegance as it hunts or even perches ... but I do believe that most people feel this way about being in their presence. We generally get mountain bluebirds or western bluebirds on the west slope of Colorado, but recently we were treated to an eastern bluebird. No matter the species, the endorphins elicited by them is the same. How about you?

From memory. I had the setting sun as my motivation to really push it on the treadmill earlier this evening.

Viewing flowers in general causes the human body to release the feel good chemicals into our brain that increase our happiness. These chemicals are: oxytocin, dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins. This according to Psychology Today as well as one other source I read. Add to that the color pink. Studies have shown that exposure to pink can have a calming effect on the nerves more so than any other color.

I enjoy taking portraits and I am particularly fascinated by smiles. All of them! Whilst some are easier to interpret than others, not all of them represent happiness and I’m sure that this enigmatic facial expression has been the subject of hundreds of studies...

I’ve been thinking about trying to categorise some of my portraits into the various smile ‘categories’. I’m certain that I’ll be wrong on the nuance and I’m also aware, particularly after reading the opinion of the great Garry Winogrand, that photography provides very little context.

But here I go with my second, the gold standard - The Duchenne! It’s an infectious smile, a smile that flushes your soul with endorphins and raises spirits of those lucky enough to have seen it. It’s an expression that signals true enjoyment.

Here are some of the smile types :)

- The Reward Smile

- The Dominance Smile

- The Lying Smile

- The Wistful Smile

- The Polite Smile

- The Flirtatious Smile

- The Embarrassed Smile

- The Pan Am Smile

- The Smug Smile

- The Mona Lisa ‘Mysterious’

- The Sneer

- The Duchenne Smile

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Sydney Mardi Gras, Hyde Park

February, 2020

Ricoh GR

Pyramid Mountain

Jasper

It took us 9 days of waiting to get this kind of exhilarating light. While it doesn't always make the best picture, it certainly pumps up the endorphins and recreating the images is more about that than creating fine art. We came to appreciate the glorious, the moody and the subtle during this last trip ;)

Un coucher de soleil sur la mer. Une ode à la quiétude. Une bouffée d’oxygène dans ce monde asphyxié.

Pour beaucoup d’entre nous, le simple fait d’y assister est déjà un privilège.

On le mesure à notre taux d’endorphines qui pousse nos zygomatiques à afficher ce sourire béa quand l’astre se joue de l’horizon.

Et pourtant, le soleil disparu, les couleurs pures s’installent réellement. Les ombres se disputent leur part sur ce paysage idyllique. Elles s’étalent de tout leur long masquées par les roches ou les quelques falaises environnantes.

Le dégradé devient soyeux.

La mer caressant le sable laisse derrière elle d’étonnantes formes géométriques. Par endroit, l’eau dans un dernier élan, se fraye un chemin vers la grève assoupie.

La marée se retire.

Le sable mouillé s’imprègne des couleurs du ciel dans une osmose poétique.

Le temps semble s’être arrêté.

Mes pensées s’évadent…les angoisses et les inquiétudes aussi.

Encore quelques instants avant de repartir.

Juste quelques instants….

Aquest estiu, els més petits de la casa s’ho passaran la mar de bé navegant, provant noves experiències i fent nous amics.

Gaudiran de vivències i aventures úniques que perduraran per sempre en el seu record. I és que l’estiu al mar té això, és diversió i felicitat en estat pur.

A les vacances aprofita les propietats curatives del mar.

A l’estiu aprofitem per descansar i desconnectar de la rutina.

L’estrès que es genera durant tot l’any, s’allibera en aquestes dates.

El sol, sempre que es prengui amb precaució, per la seva banda, aporta vitamina D i endorfines que generen energia i felicitat.

Aquest estiu no t’ho pensis més i si t’agrada remullar-te, el mar pot ser un dels teus llocs on passar amb els que més estimes les vacances.

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Long live summer, long live the sea!

This summer, the little ones in the house will have a great time sailing, trying new experiences and making new friends.

They will enjoy unique experiences and adventures that will last forever in their memory. And that's what summer at sea has, it's pure fun and happiness.

On vacation, take advantage of the healing properties of the sea.

In the summer we take the opportunity to rest and disconnect from the routine.

The stress that is generated throughout the year is released on these dates.

The sun, as long as it is taken with caution, on the other hand, provides vitamin D and endorphins that generate energy and happiness.

Don't think about it this summer and if you like to get wet, the sea can be one of your places to spend your holidays with those you love the most.

L'Estartit - Medes Islands (Baix Empordà - Costa Brava) CAT.

“Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t.” - Elle Woods

I believe in body positivity and all bodies deserve to be loved, respected, and cherished. The best way to give yourself a little TLC is to get some physical activity in your day. I know it's easier said than done. I, myself, need to be more active in this. I challenge you to get up, stretch out, and get a couple of steps in your day. And if you fail, that's okay. Tomorrow is a brand new day! You got this! - Bliss

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Not having had the chance to get out and stretch my legs 'proper ' for a whole week, the weather didn't look too promising so I took my compact camera and went for a short but exhilarating walk not too far from home and to the same spot on Swansea Beach as I went a week ago. I would have stayed out longer but the heavens opened so we came home. Still .....if nothing else it boosted the endorphin levels no end .

Sometimes people would ask me why do I like to take photos of children and my response would always be, “Because they cannot kill me!”

In all my years of taking mostly candid photos of people, the subject was really angry with me only once and that was in August 2008 at Hanoi, Vietnam.

I have heard many stories of people being so angry at being photographed and to those photographers, I would give them my often tested tip which is,

“It’s all about sending out positive vibes and always smile after you take photo because seeing a smile would always release endorphins. Endorphins make us feel good and I don’t think that people who feel good would want to kill us.”

ps: I haven’t pushed my gallery for quite some time.

I actually have ONE gallery called WHY NOT???

The truly excellent photos there are attention catching, nicely framed and clean portraits of children from all over the world.

Please visit the gallery and enjoy.

JOURNEE DU CÂLIN

21 janvier 2017

C'est le moment de nous jeter, tous dans les bras des uns les autres.

Enfants, aînés, frères, soeurs, amis, amoureux, inconnus dans la rue surtout.

Nous ne manifestons jamais ASSEZ, notre tendresse dans l'élan du coeur qui aime.

Câlinou, câlinette, câlins, câlins doux, regardez bien, nos amis le font derrière nous, attendant amoureusement leur prochain maître et ami.

Vous savez quoi, c'est une thérapie.

Car deux minutes seulement par jour de caresses, étreinte, libère l'hormone du bonheur appelé l'endorphine.

Ne vous en privez plus, et pour ce beau jour, faites en beaucoup, beaucoup !

Sourire garanti, et mieux immédiat.

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It is morning, the sun not yet risen. There is a chill in the air, the winds of winter are alive once more and in a playful mood on a Spring day. Something I have not seen in months now blinks in and out of existence, brief flurries of snow reflect against the street lamps as I travel to my destination.

I am tempted to stay in the warmth of where I am, observing, disconnected, but what is the point if one cannot be fully immersed in the moment both good and bad, pain and pleasure.

I begin to gear up, it is like it is December all over again. The wind is biting, its unseen teeth gnashing against what little skin is exposed, I am awake, I am present, whether I am ready or not. The tide is low today and there are endless stories waiting to be discovered this morning. I am normally the only one to greet the morning at this locale but in the age of the Pandemic, it is quiet, and pointedly so today. No joggers, no dog walkers, not even the random fisherman this early morning. Maybe it is because it is just below freezing on May 9th. The clouds, the water and the rocks all seem to be taking it stride I guess I will to.

The Sun still not crested, the winds still raging as I am still standing among the rocks. The color of the sky begins to fade as my temperature begins to drop as I search for morning vignettes; I can hear a car pull up in the lot beyond the wall. I am no longer alone.

Three cars in total arrive. Three young ladies arrive to watch the sunrise and catch up with each other. The sun finally clears the horizon and brings the color back to the heavens. The girls brave the cold morning winds and head down toward the end of the pier to take their sunrise selfies. Having taken my pictures for the morning I went to the leeward side of the wall to watch the sun ascend into the clouds before departing from sight. I am back in my warm place, gear off, heat on, the rush of endorphins rushing through my veins. A moment well experienced this Winter in Spring morning.

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Here is my account of this canoe trip, published in Oxford Town and the the Wolf River Conservancy's newsletter in the summer of 1998.

A River Creeps Through It

by Gary Bridgman

OT editor's note: On May 1, 1998, Ole Miss graduate student, William "Fitz" FitzGerald, became the first person in recorded history to travel the entire length of the Wolf River. WRC board member and Oxford, MS, resident, Gary Bridgman, became the second person to do this...about three seconds later (he was in the back of the canoe), as the two completed the "Wolf River Survey." Gary and Fitz hiked and paddled from Baker's Pond to the foot of Union Avenue to help raise awareness about the river as a whole. Sponsors included the Wolf River Conservancy, Outdoors Inc., Ghost River Canoe Rentals, and BellSouth Mobility. What follows is Gary's rather unscientific, non-chronological account of the trip.

There's a distinction between being drunk on a river and being drunk with a river. One does not need alcohol or drugs to have mind altering (or life changing) experiences in a canoe. Fast moving streams like the Nantahala and the Ocoee are what I call "adrenaline rivers," while the Wolf is an "endorphin river." It offers canoeists a priceless glimpse of what all other rivers' headwaters in this region looked like before the Corps of Engineers channelized them.

William Faulkner described such swampy, untamed rivers as "the thick, slow, black, unsunned streams almost without current, which once each year ceased to flow at all and then reversed, spreading, drowning the rich land and subsiding again, leaving it still richer." They are intoxicating, to say the least.

The Wolf River is teeming with wildlife and wetland vegetation, but my favorite part about our recent "expedition" was not its biodiversity, but its psychodiversity: all the interesting people I met in the process --- interesting people like the two cops who almost busted us for vagrancy.

"Good Cop/Bad Cop"

Memphis, May 1, 8 miles from the Mississippi River: "Hey! Get up! MPD!" shouts a Memphis police officer.

William FitzGerald ("Fitz") and I are stumbling out of the tent into the glare of their Mag-Lites, my left leg is still tangled in my sleeping bag.

"What are you doing here?" the other officer calmly asks.

It's 3 a.m. We are camped illegally in a city park located on the Wolf, having built an equally illegal campfire. I've explained that we aren't vagrants and that there is a canoe hidden in the tall grass over there and that we're paddling the entire length of this river on behalf of the Wolf River Conservancy.

Now the policemen are more relaxed. They're even giving me pointers on how to delay being raped or murdered in case some of the local toughs come by. (It didn't look like a rough neighborhood from the river.)

We had been at it for six days by the time the police woke us up in Kennedy Park: hiking and paddling (and wading) some 90 miles by that point. Just a few more miles to go to reach the Mississippi River . . . .

"Thirteen Weeks Earlier"

Moscow, Tenn., January 24: The whole thing started when my friend Chris Stahl, who runs a canoe rental service on the Wolf River, asked me how he could attract more people to the river. "Canoe the whole thing in one lick, man," I said, not very helpfully.

Chris was asking me for ideas about popular day trips for families and church groups, not about some kind of pilgrimage out of the heart of darkness into the middle of industrial North Memphis. There were remote sections of that river no one had navigated in decades --- too shallow, too narrow, too overgrown, too full of fallen trees. We could count on crawling out of the canoe to lift it over logs several hundred times in the process.

Chris liked my thinking anyhow, but business commitments and common sense kept him on the shore for most of the trip. So I enlisted Fitz to make the trip with me instead. From January onward, one or both of us spent nearly every weekend scouting different sections of the river and meeting peculiar people.

Walnut, Miss., February 8: "You can put this in the Bible if you want to, but I like snakes more than I like most people," said one man we met while scouting a swamp. "You can trust a cottonmouth; all you have to do is know how his mind works." He viewed our "People's Republic of Oxford" Lafayette County license tags with suspicion, wondering if we were more "dope smoking a__holes" trespassing on his land, but we've since developed an interesting friendship.

"Gary, so far I think you're a decent person, but if you ever cross me, I can give away one of my motorcycles to someone in Memphis who'll do anything to you that I ask!" Great. I gave up being a Republican for this?

"The Trip Begins"

Baker's Pond, Holly Springs National Forest, April 25, 98 miles from the Mississippi River: We had to hike around and wade through 18 miles of swampy bottomland this first day of the actual trip. (Our canoes were waiting for us downstream).

When we scrambled up to the first dirt road that crossed the Wolf, a nice lady in curlers skidded her old pickup truck to a halt beside us. "Are y'all the canoe people?" she asked with a disbelieving smile. We were now 30 seconds into our 15 minutes of fame.

Canaan, Mississippi, April 26, 80 miles from the Mississippi River: This was the hardest day of canoeing in my short life. Fitz and I were joined by Ray Skinner (pictured above) and Bill Lawrence, who is something of a Yoda or Ben Kenobe figure in the uppermost Wolf and an invaluable guide to us for this section. We pulled our gear-heavy canoe out of the shallow water and over fallen trees almost every 150 feet of river channel. We only made five miles that day. It rained its butt off that night, which was good. Come Hell or high water, I'll take the latter.

"More Cops, Three Mayors, and a Waitress"

LaGrange, Tenn., April 27, 60 miles from the Mississippi River: I was driven up to town from the river bottom by a Fayette County sheriff's deputy at the end of a long, but very productive day --- triple the mileage of the day before. The deputy had been dispatched at the request of Mayor John Huffman of nearby Piperton, Tennessee.

John, who is also the president of the Wolf River Conservancy, was having a lot of fun keeping track of us via walkie-talkies. Here's an excerpt from and e-mail he copied to dozens of people two hours later: "Who would like to bet that this was the only time in young Bridgman's life that he was happy to find out that the Law was looking for him? With the lightning and heavy rain present in Fayette County, they are no doubt thinking about how it might of been if they had not made it to LaGrange and been forced to camp along the river."

Actually --- at that very moment --- I was thinking about pouring another glass of cabernet while that massive thunderstorm was making the lights flicker. Fitz and I were holed up in a bed & breakfast two miles upland, owned by a Conservancy member. I refilled the glass of LaGrange's mayor, Lucy Cogbill, who stopped by to check on us and enjoy a dry view of the passing monsoon from the back porch.

But I was also thinking about how the mayor of Rossville, Tennessee (25 miles downstream) didn't give a crap about our expedition because he was having to supervise the partial evacuation of his town due to flash flooding.

My friend Naomi visited briefly, then drove west back into Memphis along the length of the river's floodplain. "Driving out of LaGrange," Naomi wrote in her own mass e-mail report, "the radio was reporting: flood advisories for Collierville; tornadoes in northern Mississippi; and flash flooding, evacuations, and possible road closure at Rossville. This should make for a speedy and exhilarating ride for Gary and Fitz tomorrow."

Rossville, Tenn., April 28, 45 miles from the Mississippi River: Exhilarating. Right. More like "intimidating," as we constantly ducked under tree limbs that were coming at us at twice their normal speed. I took the only unplanned swim of the trip after being swept out of the canoe by one of those passing limbs.

Fitz is a very even-tempered First Lieutenant in the National Guard, but he sounded more like a drill sergeant as he coached me up onto a half-submerged tree. "Get up on that tree, Bridgman! Let's get some adrenaline flowing!" he shouted. I obeyed both commands. Fitz carefully maneuvered the canoe underneath my unsteady perch, enabling me to flop down into the boat like a stunned raccoon.

That night, near Rossville, we stayed in a hotel after stuffing ourselves at the Wolf River Cafe. Our waitress, Dorene, was the first of many people to give us the once-over, trying to figure out why we were wearing two-way radios and carrying cell phones while our shabby personal appearance suggested that we lived in an abandoned station wagon.

Earlier that morning, Fitz and I floated through the most amazing stretch of the river, known popularly as the Ghost River section.

Keith Kirkland once described it this way: "About halfway through the trip, small braids of river begin to split off the main channel, disappearing into a dense, standing-water Cypress-Tupelo Gum swamp just before the river abruptly hits a dead end. Only one among the dozens of narrow, twisting corridors splitting off to the left of your canoe will lead you through the full mile of swamp. The rest dissolve into a forest of impassable knees and floating islands of Itea and Buttonbush. The river seems to be everywhere, but nowhere - like a disorienting funhouse hall of mirrors."

April 28 was my 35th float through the Ghost River section and in our haste we paddled it in near-record time, but it's never, ever a "routine" trip for me. I see something new and wonderful every time!

Germantown, Tenn., April 29, 15 miles from the Mississippi: The next mayor on our itinerary was Germantown's Sharon Goldsworthy, who fed us her prized beef stew and corn muffins while hearing about our progress.

The next cop on our itinerary was at Germantown Centre, the city's sprawling performing arts and recreation complex.

"Hello, Mayor!" he said in a cheerful-yet-bewildered tone as Sharon walked us through the health club on the way to the showers. It was fun watching his eyes dart back and forth between his commander-in-chief and the two muddy hoboes trailing her.

"The Voyage Home"

Memphis, May 1, 0.5 miles from the Mississippi: The journey began where the Wolf River is three feet wide, in a county that hasn't a single traffic light. On this last day, in the shadow of the Pyramid, it was nearly 300 yards wide.

I was glad to see that Wood Ducks and Great Blue Heron were thriving on the river all the way downtown.

As we passed under the Hernando DeSoto Bridge (which also spans the Mississippi) and then the monorail bridge leading to Mud Island, within sight of the mouth of the river, we heard a terrible racket: screaming school children.

"Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? Gary and Fitz! Yeahhhhh!" they chanted, having been tipped off about us earlier.

This "endorphin river" was becoming more of a hallucinogenic river. Speaking of which . . .

The night after my first float through the Ghost River section, in 1992, I had a weird dream. No plot to it really, just an image of the water slowly flowing in the darkness, beneath the canopy of trees and dense shrub and rotten logs, while I lay safe in my Midtown Memphis home.

I remember feeling strangely guilty that I wasn't still out there with the current, but also relieved to no longer be in that stygian gloom. I've since come to love that gloom, and all the surrounding light that defines it. And as Fitz and I neared the Mississippi River, I knew that I had finally accompanied that current all the way to its home.

Gary Bridgman is a WRC board member whose devotion to the Wolf River's protection is only equalled by his penchant for getting gloriously lost in its swamps.

Copyright 1998, Oxford Town, Wolf River Conservancy, Gary Bridgman

* the photographer has granted the use of this image for the purpose of promoting water or greenspace conservation under a Creative Commons license whereby the photographer must be credited by name.

Almost Summer, Thunderheads at Sunset, Rocky Mountain Front Range, Colorado

On “HOPE” - (July 8, 2018)

Thai Wild Boar Soccer Team and Heroic Rescuers:

“Dr. Jerome Groopman, Harvard Medical School professor, has carefully investigated the science of hope. He found that your brain pumps chemicals responsible for the hopeful sensation, which in turn block out pain and accelerate healing. Belief and expectation—the one-two punches of hope—release neurochemicals called endorphins and enkephalins that mimic the effects of morphine.

As a result [Dr. Groopman states], ‘Hope helps us overcome hurdles that we otherwise could not scale, and it moves us forward to a place where healing can occur.’ ‘. . . hope doesn’t directly lead to recovery, . . but it contributes to survival. . . .’ ‘Hope, I have come to believe, is as vital to our lives as the very oxygen that we breathe.’”

- The Survivors Club: The Secrets and Science that Could Save Your Life by Ben Sherwood, p. 318 (Trade edition 2010)

Fervent and hopeful prayers for survival of the 12-year-old Thai boys (Wild Boars soccer team), their coach, and all experts with "heroic selflessness and survival in their DNA" involved in the rescue efforts.

a hundred and seventy eight

The Royce chocolate store at Ion Orchard.

I never understood the appeal of the Royce "boutique". I do not understand the appeal of walking into a seemingly cold, clinically decorated chocolate shop and feeling all ready to sample their endorphin releasing morsels.

Give me that warm, rich tones of brown and gold you can find in the scenes of the movie "Chocolat" instead. Complete with a chocolate fountain flowing with gooey goodness.

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Does the afterlife exist? Mystics like Padre Pio, Natuzza Evolo spoke with the souls of the deceased, not knowing that they were “deceased”, they did not distinguish them from normal people (they understood it later). The Marian apparitions to Bernadette, to the three shepherds of Fatima, those of Medjugorje, were they real? And how much have they influenced the history of humanity? My profession has led me to meet people who have told me about their “uncommon experiences”. A few years ago, a young man of about 30 years old, reported his “near death” experience, hospitalized in very serious conditions in our intensive care unit, he told of when he saw doctors and paramedics from above, busy around his body, he then found himself inside a tunnel, at the end there was a light. Now “Francesco” is fine. A couple of months ago, still in intensive care, I talked with a patient of about 50 years old, who survived three almost consecutive cardiac arrests, after that event, he told me, he had unexpectedly discovered a deep faith; discharged, he is now in good health. A few days ago, again for professional reasons, I met a lady in her 60s, accompanied by her 26-year-old son, she told me that, in her troubled life, in addition to having undergone numerous surgical operations, she had been subjected to numerous cycles of chemotherapy, during one of these sessions, she had a cardiocirculatory arrest (probably caused by anaphylactic shock), at that moment she could clearly see the whole scene from above, everyone was doing their best to revive her, she saw a nurse pushing a trolley in the corridor, unable to enter the room where her body was, because half of the door was blocked by a latch, preventing the passage of the trolley, she kicked the door violently which opened thus managing to pass; she saw a doctor who, in the grip of excitement, was unable to put on her coat (these events, the lady told me, had a positive response); the story continued, she rose higher, light, as if floating on the waves of the sea, she saw a cone of light that fell on her like confetti, she felt a sensation of well-being, she saw her grandfather, who held her head and caressed her hair, she looked up and saw some figures, they seemed to have wings, she thought that perhaps they were angels, suddenly she felt herself being “sucked and banged” inside her body. Now the lady, after that experience, no longer fears death. She put her hand on mine, without touching it, just a few seconds, she began to talk about some of my personal facts, at that moment, they seemed to me to be a bit banal and obvious observations, but then, looking me in the eyes, she stated with certainty that in my family, there was a person called Angelo (in reality her name is Angela), she was not wrong. She told me that, months before Eros Ramazzotti's song "Un angelo disteso al sole" came out, she was singing that tune, including the lyrics. She showed me on her smartphone, a selfie of her taken in the car, on the windshield you could clearly see a “luminous face”, she said that her Guardian Angel, Saint Michael the Archangel, had appeared to her. (The lady was also hospitalized in the “La Maddalena” clinic in Palermo, she met the mafia boss Matteo Messina Denaro, she told me an anecdote of hers, but that’s another story). This story, like the one told by Francesco, are part of those numerous cases defined as “pre-death” or “NDE” acronym derived from the English, Near Death Experience. A scientific hypothesis interprets these phenomena as the result of chemical reactions that are triggered in the brain in moments of deep psycho-physical stress, in oxygen deficiency, with the release of endorphins (they generate sensations of euphoria and well-being) and other neurotransmitters, which can determine overall a hyperfunctioning and strengthening of the senses in the cerebral cortex. I am fascinated by the story of when the physicist Albert Einstein, while discussing with Gustavo Adolfo Rol (a famous Italian psychic), placed his hand between the lamp and the table, saying "you see, when matter manifests itself, it casts a dark shadow, because it is matter, whereas God, being pure spirit, when he materializes cannot manifest himself if not through light: light is nothing other than the shadow of God". I have posted a series of photographs taken in November and December of this year, the first part are shots taken according to the dictates of street / beach photography, some examples of earthly reality, to then enter into the "hypothesis of that otherworldly and parallel reality, not perceptible by our senses" accompanied by the presence of Angels, Beings of Light, who "should" always be close to us throughout our existence, after all the mystic Natuzza Evolo recognized the "plainclothes priests" by the presence of their Guardian Angel, because he was placed on their right.

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Esiste l’Aldilà? Mistici come Padre Pio, Natuzza Evolo parlavano con le anime dei defunti, non sapendo che erano dei “trapassati”, non li distinguevano dalle normali persone (lo capirono successivamente). Le apparizioni mariane a Bernadette, ai tre pastorelli di Fatima, quelle di Medugorje, erano reali ? E quanto hanno inciso nella storia dell’umanità? La mia professione mi ha portato a confrontarmi con persone che mi hanno raccontato di loro “esperienze non comuni”. Qualche anno fa, un giovane di circa 30 anni, riferì una sua esperienza di “premorte”, ricoverato in gravissime condizioni nella nostra terapia intensiva, raccontò di quando lui vide dall’alto medici e parasanitari, indaffarati attorno al suo corpo, si trovò poi dentro un tunnel, in fondo vi era una luce. Adesso “Francesco” sta bene. Un paio di mesi fa, sempre in terapia intensiva, ho conversato con un paziente di circa 50 anni, sopravvissuto a tre arresti cardiaci quasi consecutivi, dopo quell’evento, mi riferiva, aveva scoperto inaspettatamente, una profonda fede; dimesso, adesso è in buona salute. Pochi giorni fa, sempre per motivi professionali, ho conosciuto una signora sui 60 anni, accompagnata dal figlio di anni 26 anni, mi raccontò che, nella sua travagliata vita, oltre ad aver subito numerosi interventi chirurgici, è stata sottoposta a numerosi cicli di chemioterapia, durante una di questa sedute, è incorsa in un arresto cardiocircolatorio (probabilmente causato da uno shock anafilattico), in quel momento vedeva distintamente tutta la scena dall’alto, tutti si prodigavano per rianimarla, vide una infermiera spingere un carrello nel corridoio, non riuscendo ad entrare nella sala dove si trovava il suo corpo, poiché mezza anta della porta era bloccata da un chiavistello, impedendo il passaggio del carrello, lei diede un calcio violento all’anta che si aprì riuscendo così a passare; vide una dottoressa che in preda alla concitazione non riusciva a mettersi il camice (questi eventi, mi riferì la signora, ebbero un riscontro positivo); il racconto continuò, lei salì più in alto, leggera, come galleggiando sulle onde del mare, vide un cono di luce che scendeva su di lei come fossero coriandoli, lei percepiva una sensazione di benessere, vide suo nonno, che le teneva il capo e le accarezzava i capelli, guardò in alto e vide delle figure, sembrava avessero delle ali, pensò che forse erano gli angeli, improvvisamente si sentì “risucchiare e sbattere” dentro il suo corpo. Adesso la signora, dopo quella esperienza, non teme più la morte. Mise la sua mano sopra la mia, senza toccarla, solo qualche secondo, incominciò a parlare su alcuni miei fatti personali, in quel momento, mi sembrarono osservazioni un po’ banali e scontate, però poi, guardandomi negli occhi, affermò con certezza che nella mia famiglia, c’era una persona che si chiama Angelo (in realtà si chiama Angela), non si era sbagliata. Mi riferì che, mesi prima che uscisse la canzone di Eros Ramazzotti “Un angelo disteso al sole”, lei cantava quel motivo, incluse le parole. Mi mostrò sul suo smartphone, un suo selfie fatto in auto, sul parabrezza si vedeva distintamente un “volto luminoso”, lei disse che le era apparso il suo Angelo Custode, San Michele Arcangelo. (La signora fu ricoverata anche nella clinica “La Maddalena” di Palermo, fece la conoscenza del boss mafioso Matteo Messina Denaro, mi raccontò un suo aneddoto, ma questa è un’altra storia). Questa storia, come quella raccontata da Francesco, rientrano in quei numerosi casi definiti di “premorte” o “NDE” acronimo derivato dall’inglese, Near Death Experience. Una ipotesi scientifica interpreta tali fenomeni come il risultato di reazioni chimiche che si scatenano nel cervello in momenti di profondo stress psico-fisico, in carenza di ossigeno, con rilascio di endorfine (esse generano sensazioni di euforia e di benessere) ed altri neurotrasmettitori, potendo determinare nell’insieme un iperfunzionamento e potenziamento dei sensi nella corteccia cerebrale. Sono affascinato dalla vicenda, di quando il fisico Albert Einstein discutendo con Gustavo Adolfo Rol (famoso sensitivo italiano) frappose la sua mano tra lampada e tavolo, dicendo “vedi, quando la materia si manifesta, proietta una ombra scura, perché è materia, invece Dio essendo puro spirito, quando si materializza non può manifestarsi se non attraverso la luce: la luce non è altro, se non, l’ombra di Dio”. Posto una serie di fotografie eseguite nel novembre e dicembre di quest’anno, una prima parte sono scatti realizzati secondo i dettami della street /beach photography, qualche esempio di realtà terrena, per entrare poi nella “ipotesi di quella realtà ultraterrena e parallela, non percepibile dai nostri sensi” accompagnata dalla presenza degli Angeli, Esseri di Luce, che “dovrebbero” starci sempre accanto durante tutta la nostra esistenza, d'altronde la mistica Natuzza Evolo riconosceva i “sacerdoti in borghese” dalla presenza del loro Angelo Custode, perché messo alla loro destra.

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The Soto 40 "Endorphin" charges to the leeward mark during the 2022 Screwpile Lighthouse Challenge Regatta in Solomons, Maryland.

Located in the DMV (District of Columbia, Maryland, Virginia) region, I shoot real estate, events, fashion, events, news and sports. I have produced many TV commercials and corporate videos, and have a rather long credit list of local (to Southern Maryland) TV shows I have developed, hosted, shot, directed, edited and produced.

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