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- Cardiacs - Is This The Life?
Following around to see a life that's never in
Always calling itself on its own phone
Though it's never quite at home in the world today
See it to arranging the day
Prepared in its own
Special way
With added loving care
THOUGH IT'S NOT BEEN THERE SINCE YESTERDAY
Looking so hard for a cause
And it don't care what it is
And never really ever seeing eye to eye
Though it doesn't really mind
Perhaps that's why
It never really saw
Never really saw...
Saw...
have I ever mentioned how much I love thistles and the beauty of their design? Must be one more reason why I love Scotland so much :)
Together/apart--the method of modern love. Or maybe just one of many methods.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
An Asian Openbill Stork seemed to be looking wearily on an Asian Water Monitor that was sunning itself by the water's edge. To be honest I wasn't aware of its presence when the photo was taken, it was too far away from where I was standing. When I went through the photos on a computer screen only then I noticed it. In terms of size the Asian Water Monitor is second only to Komodo Dragon. This one appears to be feasting well on migratory water birds (seen here are Lesser Whistling-ducks) that were present in the marsh area. Jan 30. Baruipur, West Bengal, India.
Cette photo me semblait trop "symbolique" pour être mise de côté.
Et alors que les interrogations de ce badaud face à la vitrine de ce bar/tabac/presse nous restent inconnues, certains titres et stickers affichés semblent se batailler : entre mal et remède... Ou entre angoisse réelle et élixir de colporteur douteux...
...a mysterious intersection of chance and attention that goes well beyond the existential surrealism of the "decisive moment".- Lee Friedlander
As individuals traverse the later stages of life, the effects of ageing often manifest in a complex interplay between cognitive decline and emotional evolution. While the accumulation of years frequently fosters a profound sense of wisdom, allowing one to view life’s challenges with greater perspective, this is often accompanied by an increasing sense of urgency regarding the lack of remaining life. This existential awareness can paradoxically contribute to a growing impatience with trivialities or time-wasting, as every remaining moment is perceived as increasingly precious. Simultaneously, the natural progression of memory loss may complicate these experiences, sometimes creating a frustrating disconnect between the depth of one's accumulated knowledge and the ability to access specific recollections, ultimately reshaping the contours of an individual's personality in their twilight years.
Artistically, the image is created out of an existential craving for beauty - and hence pleasure.
Processing took place entirely with the Artisan Pro X panel. More info on my panel on my website. I've conducted a few live webinars earlier this year on the use of the Artisan Pro panel and actually beyond merely explaining the panel. Much time was also spent on explaining/demonstrating the generic principles behind B&W photography. Those webinars, 6 hours in total, have been recorded and are available, unedited on Youtube: part 1 - beginners and part 2 - Advanced
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To see is to explode because the instant a person confronts what is real, the entire architecture of their inner world ruptures. The comforting myths they’ve lived inside - identity, certainty, the soft blur of denial - detonate at once, leaving them stripped bare in a reality suddenly too sharp to escape.
Truth doesn’t slip in; it hits like a shockwave, tearing through ego and defense until there is nothing left but raw awareness. And in that wreckage, in the unbearable clarity of everything they can no longer unsee, a new self begins to form - one forged not from illusion, but from the fierce, unfiltered fact of existence itself.
What felt like an ending is truly a beginning, founded on truth, not illusion.
The New Raemon - Lo Bello y lo Bestia
One of these days I will raise .. and I will explode ..
Existential wound .. Much to my regret, animal consciousness,
my own destruction, the contradiction .. old collision.
Follow my campaign without forgetting that it is possible.
Beauty and beast of living produces a loud noise when leaving,
spinal proud to write, I pressed the crown, is not it ..
Not so ..
Not so ..
The New Raemon - Lo Bello y lo Bestia
“The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.”
~Osho~
The words that inspired this image
A selection of painted works accompanied by corresponding musical tracks as the result of a creative collaboration between the artist Beezy Bailey, and the composer and music theorist Brian Eno. The two curators, Luca Berta and Francesca Giubilei, together with the artists aim to present a reflection on the interaction between the senses of sight and sound. The artists make music visible and give an image to sound.
The exhibition progresses in a vertical manner as works are displayed along the grand staircase of the Benedetto Marcello Conservatory. As a result, the visitor is guided along an ascending physical and emotional journey, inviting them to immerse themselves in the creative experience created by the two artists. Music and image are united as visitors listen to the music not just with their ears, and as they look at the images not just with their eyes.
Starting from the courtyard of the palace and continuing up along the staircase will be over 40 different works, some of which are presented with accompanying music pieces that can be listened to via headphones. At the top the exhibition is concluded in small rooms that are immersed in light and music where visitors can take the opportunity to enjoy a spectacular view of Venice whilst they experience the unique unity of Art and Music. The exhibition intends to propose a new way of appreciating and seeing art and music as music, art, and the city combine to create an existential experience of musical and artistic vision.
It was necessary to climb more than 160 steps to the top - I counted them.
being is not doing
being is not achieving or aspiring
being is not growing
nor is it receding
not ebbing nor flowing
being is not becoming
being is not transformation
being is not the result of some positive fixation
nor is it the consequence of any particularly negative experience
it’s not static
nor dynamic
not passive
not active
being is not existing simply ‘because’
it's not autonomic
not rote
not step by step by step by step
not part of an incomprehensible process
being is not grand
nor is it insignificant
being is not an outward and visible sign
nor is it a higher order of consciousness
nor the zen of zen-ness
being is not egocentric
nor is it selfish
nor is it gracious
it’s not inclusive
nor is it exclusive
it’s not existential
nor is it nihilistic
being is not a method
not a path to connection
nor connection itself
nor disconnection
nor isolation
being is not anti anything
nor is it pro anything
nor is it any thing, really, at all
there is no sadness
there is no joy
no silence
no noise
no color
no shape
there is no light
there is no shadow
no desire
no longing
no brief interruption
no expectation
in being
littletinperson
beneath a cathedral of steel and glass, a lone traveler steps forward into converging lines and fading echoes. light pulses across the floor like breath, measuring distance and solitude. this is not an escape â it is an arrival into stillness.
Pondering the meaning of life often begins like that - standing still while the world moves, feeling the pull of something vast and unknowable.
Maybe it’s not about finding a single answer, but about noticing the beauty in the questions. The way light touches water. The way solitude feels like both a gift and a challenge. The way we choose to move - or stay.
our brain collecting information to compare with our guidelines to make sense.
According the online information,
thought encompasses a flow of ideas and associations that can lead to logical conclusions. Although thinking is an activity of an existential value for humans, there is still no consensus as to how it is adequately defined or understood.
Excerpt from issuu.com/dtkownit/docs/field_guide_for_web:
PEDESTRIAN
Artist: Ted Fullerton
Location: Municipal Parking Garage at Benton and Charles Street
Medium: Bronze and composite
Composite medium (series of six figures) responding directly to the goal of promoting pedestrian first values.
This site-specific commissioned sculpture installation refers to the City of Kitchener’s goal of promoting pedestrian-first values and “the purpose of place”.
The sculpture is in association with the intent of the Diamond Schmitt Architects’ design of a multi-level parking facility. Its symbolic reference is to inspire optimism, aspiration, limitless possibilities and the importance of the independent individual purpose towards the future. It is a work that has been referenced as being “existential”, which refers to the intricacies of human existence.
There are decisions we make in the dead of night that stop being choices and become fractures in the foundation of our lives. You sit in the suffocating silence, watching the smoke of a cigarette curl into the light, realizing that the reputation you’ve spent a lifetime curating is nothing more than a cage you’ve meticulously built for yourself. You see the systems you’ve served, the status you’ve chased, and the integrity you’ve worn like armor, and suddenly, they are all exposed as tools of your own confinement.
The epiphany is cold and absolute: to reclaim your own narrative, you must become the architect of its destruction. There is no middle ground left, no graceful exit from a life that no longer fits. You stop measuring the cost of failure because the alternative - remaining trapped in a definition provided by others - has become a slow death of the spirit.
You lean into the glare of the lamp, accepting that by dawn, the version of yourself the world recognizes will be a casualty of this moment. You don’t seek ruin, but you have reached the point where the existing order is simply no longer tenable. If the foundation must burn to clear the path, you let it burn. You have chosen the risk, and in that act of defiance, you are finally, terrifyingly free.
" When sunny gets blue "
Dow's Lake Ottawa Tulip Festival
Kenny Rankin - When Sunny Gets Blue
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrt8Y-F3U14...
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The early morning news brought in by the waking Sun
as if nothing ever changed
as if everything has now changed
for the better, one's hopes may yet rest upon
these very trying times
their ambivalence steers a rough course upon which to tread-on
as if giving it a go is worth it's weight in gold
turning a blind eye would be a fool's paradise
it's element of surprise still glistens;
a gift-wrapped morning
a gilt-edged opportunistic dream
it's legacy is reality's warning
stand to the attention of Nature's roll-call!
endemic in our genes is the fickle fashion of common sense
in need of topping-up, upgrading, purchasing beyond the means by fad of brand
is this what we've come to??
losing our responsibility under bane of freedom's lost
our fight is now one of existential renew
sometimes it seems that nobody even listens
because no-one ever speaks
and yet if you light a candle, we all seem to agree
under one notion of elemental being
our policy makers really are expendable,
but we are not...the only ones this flame is freeing
it's a tale of fortitude against the slavery of the Soul
corporate chaining offers us a defenceless all-consuming 'will'
written long before we begin to see out our days
but such overnight grabbing offers a gleaning of truth;
an insight into the overextended arm of greed
whilst we retain the Spring of Youth
it matters not the lay of your hinterland
whether nautical or conto(u)rtional
we all steer a natural course of human emotion
our dreams converse with our routines, and vice versa
only our understanding lags behind-
all of Nature's signs, the multifarious Universal precursor.
by anglia24
09h30: 14/04/2008
©2008anglia24
This one's for the only true Creature of the Light I’ve ever known. Even in absence, you remain the brightest part of my story.
Ricoh GRiii
Ricoh GR Lens 18.3mm/f2.8
Textures by Cris Buscaglia Lenz :: www.flickr.com/photos/crisbuscagliacom/ and Leo Bar.
Inspired by Lois Greenfield dance photographs.
—K.T. Jong
Back to the daily grind.
I have had a number of existential realizations on my break...or, really, re-realizations about what is important in life, and the things I must do to live a life I am proud of.
That said, I have a new portfolio website up!
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When I reflect on the pressures of my younger years, they all point to one thing. Time management. Never enough time to do the things I really wanted to do and lots of pressure to do things I didn't want to do. Such was, and still is, life in corporate America.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
a man walks into the light and disappears again. the concrete glows. his shadow steps ahead, as if it knows something he doesn’t.
valencia, late afternoon—truth told through angles and asphalt.
I AM NOT I
I am not I.
I am this one
Walking beside me whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at other times I forget.
The one who remains silent when I talk,
The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
The one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
The one who will remain standing when I die.
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Of course, one of the main legitimate functions of thought has always been to help provide security, guaranteeing shelter and food for instance. However, this function went wrong when the principal source of insecurity came to be the operation of thought itself. (- David Bohm)
So here we all are, still in our matrix that we expereince as our "own" life, limited to 3 dimensions, lending parts of the same energy. Are we not the same?
There’s a quiet ache that lives in all of us - a longing not just to be seen, but to be known. It’s the ache of walking through the world with stories tucked behind our ribs, hoping someone might ask the kind of question that unlocks them. It’s the ache of laughter that almost covers the loneliness, of strength that hides the softness we wish someone would touch gently.
And then there’s the awe.
The awe of connection. Of finding someone who doesn’t flinch at our truth. Who hears the tremble in our voice and leans in, not away. It’s the awe of shared silence, of glances that say more than words, of feeling like we belong - not because we’re perfect, but because we’re real.
To be alive is to carry both: the ache of isolation and the awe of intimacy. We crave closeness not just for comfort, but because it reminds us we’re not alone in our wondering. That someone else is out there, navigating the same questions, feeling the same pull toward meaning.
Intimate connection isn’t just romance or friendship - it’s the sacred exchange of presence. It’s saying, I see you, and hearing, I’m still here. It’s the moment when the ache softens and the awe expands, and we realize that maybe, just maybe, we’re building something beautiful together.
existential joy…
life's impertinent quaver
between stone and sky
Twenty-second in the series ‘Wild Bonsai’, this tree is fifty-five inches (1.4m) in height and perhaps 750 years old.
'Wild Bonsai' is a numbered collection of photos of naturally occurring bristlecones (p. longaeva) generally less than five feet in height (1.5m) and - as nearly as I can estimate - between fifty and five-hundred years old - some much older. Most will have sprouted and survived in tiny cracks and crevases or miniature basins of sand and gravel. Shaped by the elements, flourishing tenaciously in the most minimalist of conditions, their lives are measured not in the millennia of more robust bristlecones, but in centuries...often mere decades.
'Duality', the cover photo for this album, is to me a matriarch of sorts and will remain unnumbered as a small token of a deeply intuitive and unapologetic respect that remains as transcendent and mysterious to me as it may seem odd to others. The essay that accompanies 'Duality' could, in many ways, apply as well to any other tree I may post in this series.
A perspective: Housed in the Tokyo Imperial Palace, the fifth oldest living cultivated bonsai in the world is something over 500 years old and is a designated National Treasure of Japan.