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I have seen the inside of Amsterdam houses that were dotted like this, never the outside; well, come to think of it, maybe a coffeeshop or two ...
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
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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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)
The Orange Head
Analyzing Donald Trump's Middle East policy through a philosophical lens provides a deeper perspective than just daily political news. His unique approach often clashes with traditional diplomatic norms. Fundamentally, Trump is a Realist. In political philosophy (such as the thinking of Niccolò Machiavelli or Thomas Hobbes), the world is seen as an anarchic place where force is the only law. Trump views international relations through a very narrow and transactional lens of Utilitarianism. For him, a policy is right if it provides tangible material benefits for the US (America First). There are elements of Existentialism, where Trump believes that the will of a strong individual can change the course of history, challenging established bureaucracies (The Deep State). From a Postmodernist perspective, Trump is deconstructing the narrative of the "liberal world order" established by the West after World War II. He is proving that international rules (such as the laws of war or state sovereignty) are actually fragile and can be ignored by actors bold enough to violate them. Trump's policies reflect a shift from the philosophy of Idealism (which believes in global cooperation and human rights) to Brutal Pragmatism which prioritizes tangible results for his constituents.
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"
“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.
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.
Одно из самых популярных мест Санкт-Петербурга это музей квартира Достоевского. Этот район города до сих пор обладает магией экзистенциальности автора . И всегда найдётся тот вопрос ,который может поставить в тупик даже профессионального экскурсовода! В этот раз дух Федора Михайловича коснулся и фотографа…
"Хорошая фотография это знать где стоять» Ансель Адамс
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One of the most popular places in St. Petersburg is the museum-apartment of Dostoevsky. In this area of the city, the magic of the author's existentialism has been preserved. And there is always a question that can baffle even a professional guide! This time the spirit of Fyodor Mikhailovich touched the photographer too...
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Ansel Adams was quoted as saying, “A good photograph is knowing where to stand.”
We operate exclusively with things that do not exist, with lines, surfaces, bodies, atoms, divisible time spans, divisible spaces—how could explanations be possible at all when we initially turn everything into images, into our images!
[Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 3, p. 473, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). The Gay Science, first edition, "Third Book," aphorism 112 (1882).]
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.