EXISTentialism -- Emotions, People, Portraits
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Before I get started I wanted to say thank you for the well wishes I received, as I mentioned in my last post I am fighting off a chest infection and this ole Beast is winning, so infection is now thankfully in decline, due to a heavy holistic approach of hot Apple Cider Vinegar Tea, pure Cranberry Juice / Immune Boosters (Via fruit / veg intake) and natural fruit based Iron. Plus Vit C and Zink. No antibiotics!
Now, this photo I took a few weeks back, Sunsets here in rural Germany are incredible, if you can get to a good spot in time, this was while I was heading to one. I don't know if anyone else gets this, but at the end of a day, it's that unnamed feeling, the light becomes to a diminishing level and the new dimension of near darkness and perception, atmosphere and emotion begins to birth itself unto the perception of the mind of the viewer / witness, suddenly before you is a cinematic scene in real-time; it's as if you are still on Earth but in this moment, a new way of existentialism has made itself known.
Seeing the end of the day begin is akin to seeing it begin, I really do think the extreme opposite is the eventually becoming the same thing as what it originally opposed. Look no further than politics!
I hope everyone is well and please do have a GREAT weekend!
Location: Jumis Studio (and in my head)
Sitting Paragons: Jan & Peachy
Viewer/Camera: Firestorm
Editor: Gimp
Special Mention to Whimsical Aristocrat (What was She Thinking ??)
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Schrödinger's Cat
~Peggy Landsman~
Schrödinger’s Cat Laments
Look at me in this box all alone.
Who’s to care if I don’t feel at home?
There’s just this device,
Which isn’t so nice,
To see that I live or get blown....*
Schrödinger’s Cat Complains
Erwin’s cat caterwauls to her mate:
Verschränkung’s† controlling my fate.
Alive and quite dead,
I exist in his head,
A mere plaything of his mental state.
Schrödinger’s Cat Reconsiders
So, okay, I’ll exist in his head,
Both alive and impossibly dead.
I’ll welcome this feat
From my sweet catbird seat
For as long as he keeps me well fed.
Schrödinger’s Cat Explains
Though I’m only a thought in his mind,
It is taught I’m a curious kind.
Not here and not there,
I pop up everywhere
Demonstrating one cat’s double bind.
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*In a 1950 letter to Erwin Schrödinger,
Albert Einstein wrote of the cat “alive
and blown to bits.” Einstein’s original
suggestion to Schrödinger in 1935 mentioned
gunpowder, not a Geiger counter and poison.
†Verschränkung—“entanglement.” Schrödinger
coined this term while developing the
thought experiment.
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Procida, la Corricella prima dei ristoranti, dei lampioni e dei colorazzi.
Rolleiflex-scanner-photoshop
" The two birds in flight seem to mirror the two people in the distance mirroring the dog and the woman at the edge of frame.
This shot is becoming one of my favourites from last years reunion with film photography. "
New Brighton. England
Ilford FP4.
Minolta X300
Sigma lens
The image of a lighthouse can be used as a symbol and metaphor for advancing the human quest for meaning. Lighthouses symbolize strength, safety, individuality, mystery, and existentialism. Strength and resilience are qualities that enable human beings to overcome life's most formidable challenges and obstacles.
cat "Pauli" prancing through the snow (not quite correctly walking on the line) - shot by my daughter Pia - comment by geoff quinn: Oh no! he's leaving home! His (or her) feelings hurt. Never to come back ... until dinner time. Lol! Pia is a great photographer!
“We are our choices.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
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We should be more humbled by our successes than we are by our failures.
[I was hoping to take the JPEG SOOC and upload it, but only the ORF was avail to me on import, so I took the RAW from Digikam to darktable for B/W conversion, exposure, contrast, and levels (exclusively with color calibration, exposure, filmic, and color balance) and then to GIMP for clean up gentle retouching (removing some stray dog-hairs from the black drop-cloth.]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE_gjK4NhZU
The emancipation in existentialism means the flying in the vast blue
while in eastern mediterranean means the fleeing from barrel bombs where the sky is tight and red ..
A teacher in the Netflix show Ragnarök writes this word on a chalkboard and explains to his students that it's meaning is the place where fire and ice meet, thus inspired by this fantastic word I blew the dust off this baby and then went to read more.....
Readers Digest version: Ginnungagap is an abys where all life began and where all life will end, the big bang theory only written in old Norse mythology. I found the read to be fascinating in an article you can find entitled "Norse Mythology for smart people," but the original simplification and the MUCH more encompassing ones I've found still bring me to volcanoes.
Not only do they shape our landscapes in ways such as this but their eruptions enrich the soil by providing iron, magnesium, and potassium. The most obvious examples are Hawaii and the area surrounded by mount Vesuvius, so lush and soil enriched in places where A) there wouldn't be land, and B) regions with otherwise nutrient deficient soil. The giver and taker of life. In short, the whole story can be an exercise in existentialism with a fatalist twist.
Anyway, about the photo if anyone is still here.... :) again, just below Summerland on the Wonderland Trail, couldn't figure out why I didn't like this pic until I cropped the trees off of the left and right making it much more succinct in it's presentation, I hope that you find it palatable... :)
A highly interesting novel by Mexican author Daniel Saldaña Paris about fate, family with a little bit of existentialism thrown in:
www.npr.org/books/titles/484140152/among-strange-victims
Photo from Prague.
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The unfilmable book becomes a movie! After having overcome hurdles and mischiefs, our hero has to find freedom and himself by feet, by car, bypass, bystand, bygones, using maps, using trains, using friends, coffee machines, trailers, Yellow Pages and an used toothpick which in the end of the movie hits the exact point on the map full of chaotic existentialism and untamed as the book itself. I had high hopes from the great trailer, but the movie is full of plot holes, not even the main actor can save it. Nevertheless, the movie’s crowning achievement is the true art provided by the talent and generosity of Mich Michabo.
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from "Journey into communication"
dec. 2017
@ MetaLES..O..
*Working Towards a Better World
*Me Again Monday
Dignity does not consist in possessing honors, but in the consciousness that we deserve them. - Aristotle
Every life deserves a certain amount of dignity, no matter how poor or damaged the shell that carries it. - Rick Bragg,
All Over But the Shoutin'
Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen. The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a man's soul in his body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it. -
Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
But today’s society is characterized by achievement orientation, and consequently it adores people who are successful and happy and, in particular, it adores the young. It virtually ignores the value of all those who are otherwise, and in so doing blurs the decisive difference between being valuable in the sense of dignity and being valuable in the sense of usefulness. If one is not
cognizant of this difference and holds that an individual’s value stems only from his present usefulness, then, believe me, one owes it only to personal inconsistency not to plead for euthanasia along the lines of Hitler’s program, that is to say, ‘mercy’ killing of all those who have lost their social usefulness, be it because of old age, incurable illness, mental deterioration, or whatever handicap they may suffer. Confounding the dignity of man with mere usefulness arises from conceptual confusion that in turn may be traced back to the contemporary nihilism transmitted on many an academic campus and many an analytical couch. -
Viktor E. Frankl,
Man's Search for Meaning
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
visit barbara-fritze.blogspot.com/ - the ELBA series; photographer: Barbara Fritze; painting and collage in the background: Kranemann & Brindlart - Barbara Fritze - kunst-cluster or (new): artgallery-wuppertal.com/
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Leaves of a red Japanese Maple (Acer palmatum) stubbornly holding fast in late Autumn.
You've heard of rubber duckies? Well, this fellow is absolutely wired.
Shot with my new Olympus M. Zuiko Digital ED 30mm F3. 5 Macro lens.
© Dan McCabe
We might ask existential questions all day. Such as, why does this ice have this texture? Or, why have i never seen ice like this before?
But this photo is not about existentialism (well, maybe it is a little). It is simply about where two blocks of ice meet above a pool of water, reflecting both of them.
The surface texture of this ice shows the typical scalloped textures that I saw over and over again while in Iceland. It must be fairly common, but I've never seen it before and find it so attractive.
This composition was realized on the Diamond Beach.
As the dandelion, we drift away, having only awareness and undetermined time for adaptation to our seemingly predetermined arrival points on earth. Is this life with it's limited, somewhat controllable challenges? Or do we fall victim to the illusion of self control, self help and the endless humanitarian efforts to create peace or life without death. Existentialism is not our hope. However, life is!
Why are people so fascinated by the Catacombs?
Is it because, as Sartre said, "Hell is other people," and, at least in this case, none of these people are boring us any longer with predictable jokes when we're trying to read?
Is it because it provides for a fascinating adventure in macabre interior design?
Is it because existentialism is an insightful philosophy and by acknowledging the dead, we can try to find meaning in our own lives?
Is it because we are misanthropic and we want to grab hold of any opportunity to meet new people?
Is it because we like to imagine how each bone, including each skull, has different markings, holes, and indentations giving us clues how every person died a unique death? Therefore, even one's demise then and now seems less futile...
Is it because we like to imagine the lost and possibly new modern civilizations that are being created within those cavernous depths?
Is it because we think it would be a really great place to have a party?
Is it because there is this idea that for 200 years, a city's civilization could be built upon an underground lair, emerging from depth and death and could somehow create something different, memorable in a way that surpasses flesh and bones and that what we hope, what we secretly feel, is that we'll leave behind something great too, perhaps not tangible but insight into a world that has evolved and become better and that, when the last tourist has left the Catacombs because the simulacrum of the long dead human existence is crumbling, we'll realize that, just as the lives of those millions of Parisians ended, ours too shall come to pass and that this will be all right...
The silhouette against the dark hill, reminiscent of Rodin's Thinker, symbolises the individual's confrontation with the unknown and contemplation of life's meaning, echoing themes of existentialism. The blue sunset sky evokes a sense of transition and impermanence, while the triangular metallic obelisk represents societal structures that the individual questions. This imagery, like The Beatles' song "The Fool on the Hill," speaks to the outsider figure who possesses unique insights and grapples with the complexities of existence, capturing the essence of the human experience with its struggles, uncertainties, and moments of insight.
artful stairway in germany, the words on the stairs are describing the relationship between human beings: terror + love, prosecution + trust, despair + hope, revenge + kiss -- and so on... contribution to the contest 23 of the group 500x500
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"SCALA" by the artist Horst Gläsker for the project "7 Stairways", Wuppertal, Germany.
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comment by paula moya:
political art at its best! Beautiful & and meaningful in many ways. The figures holding hands in spite of their blackened faces seem to add another element of the human condition besides those written on the steps: solidarity; and the white light at the top of the steps reiterates one that is already on the steps: hope.
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1 - HANDKUSS = kissing her hand...
2 - TANZEN = to dance ...
3 - ZUNEIGUNG = attachment / sympathy
4 - VERLIEBEN = to fall in love
5 - SCHMACHTEN = longing for, to pine for
6 - VERFÜHRUNG = temptation
7 - ZUSAMMENKOMMEN = coming together
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Mia figlia Donatella "pandora" accenna i primi passi alla Chiaiolella.
Sorprendente l' aspetto quasi deserto in pieno agosto di un posto che oggi sarebbe solo una selva di barche !
Little pandora and mother at chiaiolella in Procida.
Rolleiflex-scanner-photoshop
the monorail in Wuppertal, Germany, is called SCHWEBEBAHN, down on the street: a fleamarket - it seems like a long-lost scene from Metropolis (but in color) comment by Thiophene (Pennsylvania) +++ great way to escape the crowds! thanks for sharing, I haven't seen this before! comment by tigric (London) +++ like the happy teeth on the outside of the tram car [comment by B. Kleinhans (San Francisco)] +++ I alway pass the Wuppertal exit on the highway at German Autobahn-speed, usually heading for Italy. But now I see this I think I need to take that Ausfahrt (=Exit) some day. Great place! (comment by breeblebox)
Semana 82: La sombra de Peter Pan
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3rd prize thematic contest / 3er premio concurso temático group "Get Inspired "
Winner Contest nº5 / Ganadora Concurso nº5. Grupo "Nikon Lovers"
One of winners of Contest nº21 / Una de los ganadoras del Concurso nº21. Grupo "EXISTentialism -- Emotions, People, Portraits"
Solipsism...
When you are way past existentialism and you start to believe that you are the only one that exists
“Search your heart and see. The way to do is to be.”
- by Lao Tzu:
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsxUDjfhj5Y
Let It Be by The Beatles (rehearsal)
MINDFUL
You carry the weight of the world upon your shoulders.
Let me be the one to lift it to a feathered weight.
An angel on your shoulder with wings that carry you
is worth more than a thousand baying hounds for blood.
We look to the same direction, my eyes all seeing;
yours blinkered and blind from seeing too much;
a wry derisive smile hovering around your lips,
“Familiarity breeds contempt” hisses the wing-ed serpent,
perched upon the golden helmet that once fit your head,
when all your thoughts were simpler and occupied less room.
Life is more complex now in this ever-expanding world
of new ideas and ways in which to “simplify” our lives,
yet actually pull us further into the mouth of the serpent.
The higher we climb the farther there is to fall
and all those treasured memories are left far behind us,
along with all the people we have loved and lost,
yet still we cling to what we know, not what we had.
It's fear, not hope, that drives us ever forward;
fear of never being good enough; of never reaching full potential,
but stay awhile, be still, my friend and contemplate today;
this one unerring moment in which all is perfect.
Just slow your breath and listen to the beat of your heart;
it's perfect rhythm is in tune with everything that you are.
Let negative thoughts drift softly in and out of your conscious mind;
acknowledge them and release them to the ether.
Concentrate on your breath, close your eyes;
tilt your face gently upward towards the sun.
Let the warm mellow sunlight modulate your unique Circadian rhythmn.
You once thought yourself a child of Arcadia,
but none of it really matters except the present.
This one precious moment, not in the man-made concept of time,
which differs from man to man, but this moment which is timeless,
which frees you from the pain of struggle;
allows you to feel rested and replaces the fear in your heart
with hope and nurtures your soul to lift your spirits,
until there is no seperation between you and the world around you.
You are in perfect harmony, at one with nature and all that has gone before
falls away and all that you were striving for now makes no sense at all
and what is left is all that you are, all that you need be
and you are at peace with yourself and with the world.
No fights to fight, no arguments to reason, no struggle to survive.
This is peace; the ultimate and it is there for everyone.
It is within us even before we are born
and it remains with us, true to our core for all our days,
but we have to let it surface, free it from the torment so we can just BE
because doing less means being more...
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“You talk to God, you're religious; God talks to you, you're psychotic."
― Gregory House, MD
Strobist info: an SB-900 speedlight shot at 1/1 power through a 95 cm octagonal softbox with a grid, positioned to the right and facing the subject slightly from above; an SB-600 shot at 1/32 power behind the subject and facing the phone receiver. The speedlights were triggered by the camera's built-in flash set in CLS commander mode.
Just a bit of random existentialism, feel free to left click away.... :)
Pilot Nine surveyed the crate he'd been assigned and as his steel gray eyes roamed over its less than aesthetic features he pondered the fact that the old girl had been built before he was born which was a very long time ago. As he ran his hands over the rivets in front of the intake he realized he hadn't flown anything other than his desk in years, but they needed pilots, it was going to take everything they had to repulse Ming the Merciless' assault so he and this flying brick here would be needed this evening. Struts, tires, cowling, all looked good and she was buttoned up for flight. Ground crews log had everything in the black, who was he kidding, this baby was going up even if it had a red X and probably wasn't coming back.
He gave a wry laugh at himself when he realized that he'd groaned as he stood to peer into engine two's intake, nope, no birds had nested since the cover was removed. Finishing his walkaround he shook the crew chief's hand and clapped him on his shoulder, something he'd never done before and it was meant for him and every other crew member who'd ever prepared a ship for him for they always brought him back in one piece, something he'd always been grateful for, but never had relayed.
After ascending the ladder and climbing in, somewhere in the back of his mind Pilot Nine registered the engine noise around him, every spaceship, jet, hell, crop duster on the planet was firing up right now creating a cacophony that built to a solid and sustained crescendo that may have well been French Horns and drums as it made the blood boil and synapses fire once more.
Preflight done, engines fired, flight controlls, check. He indicated chocks out and noticed that his hands were shaking as he raised them for the chief to see, they'll calm at takeoff, they always did, once the chief reemerged and began to marshal it was brakes off and they began to roll. The Sargeant gave his sharpest salute and Nine didn't need to hear him to know he'd yelled 'give 'em hell' as he did so. Nine returned the salute and moved to launch. Give 'em hell, the SSF-4 had the flight characteristics of a Sherman Tank, but three times the fire power, he'd give 'em hell indeed.