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Yes, that's right, where I presently stand
rigid is the mood, sobering my heartland
the eyeopening vista in my head is awake
I knew it would, as inverterately it could,
alone with stillness where I've stood
the place of departure for so much heartache
the skies a place to navigate a memory upon it's way
as may be the case to focus ahead, bid finitely away
at water's edge so much plays in the mind
you know it's true for the déjà vu display in view
it's conscientious style affords an ideal stage for review
a ripple touching the reflection of a thought clearly defined
and how it triggers emotive energies within it's sensuous sphere
only this point in time stands the test to which a heart's tendrils adhere
shadows search the ultra script for which illumination only can write
from the wrongs of darkness, tiptoeing ripples entrance the senses
reflections in flight capture the imagination for the pain it dispenses
oh if only stillness remained long enough for a much deeper insight...
by anglia24
16h00: 29/01/2008
©2008anglia24
Forest fires aren't really something I that impacts me in Southern Ontario. I can't think of even one experience where I've had to worry that my home/family/friends/life was in danger due to a local fire.
Seeing images on the news or social media are certainly an eyeopening experience, but without question it is impossible to really comprehend that situation without living it. I can only imagine what people are going through right now.
With all the news on forest fires across the western US, I found myself looking back to this image from the Yukon last summer when we left an active forest fire area. Driving through smoke and eventually seeing it rise above the landscape certainly helped me get a hint of perspective on these disasters. I can only imagine having your life upended or changed forever due to fires like the ones currently raging.
Stay safe out there.
A foggy notion today, a legacy in my mind
sharing my room, consuming my mood
like rumbling guitars rolling on the horizon
upside down tears fall, afraid to intrude
taking it easy on the unknown pathway
a wreathed sky wrestles light and leeway
when we give ourself back...to ourselves
we feel the embrace of memory and possibility
abandon the you within you; me within me
now into one another we speak of responsibility
you have gone, as far as I can see, within me
into the unknown you, I find myself, the returnee
and it's just my coaptation, just is just in setting Sun
scarved by the divinity of gently retiring clouds
their life's work stretches the horizon beyond imagination
in reverse found forward thinking shrouds
take it all in, consume temptation together with fate
love it for all it's worth, let yourself go and conjugate
yes, I want to feel nothing like before, only this-
moment beyond waking hours, dream upon dream
the worship of retreating into the eyeopening vista of entirity
somewhere becomes everywhere in the unknown's highest esteem
I'm gone, way beyond pretence, into the weave of light
every stitch encapsulates a thread of life of sovereign invite
one minute here the next is forever into the super unknown
trust is sweet within the rich ingredient of the sublime nature
taste but enough as lust will fill more than enough emptiness
deep inside the thesaurus of wanting ways to describe the candidature-
of emotion, of feeling, of hurts upon the reality of earthen slight
now, one figure will suffice in the mirror of the as yet unknown delight.
by anglia24
13h30: 28/01/2008
©2008anglia24
al khalidiyah, abu dhabi
it was the only water puddle that i found during the 5km walk under the melting heat wave :-D
yes, i am now in abu dhabi, united arab emirates for my work. let's hope i can find some more water or something eyeopening :-D
When together, Cristy and I move with purpose and sometimes a sense of urgency.
We've not discussed this, but I believe we are simply eager to gain as much experience in our precious short time together. Off we go to the next photo scene, a meal, meeting a friend, Uber....everything! It always feels like time is passing quickly and we must hurry to keep up.
Thus it is not unusual for us to have to coax a photographer to keep up.
In this case Cristy and I were racing across the plaza when Diane Crow (professional photographer) asked us to please stop. We halted, planted our feet, and waited for her to join us. At this moment, she snapped our photo. Backside!!!
Looking at this image today, I realize it is a view most people often get to see when Cristy and I are around.
Zoom!!!! There they go as we flash by! Sure, you can hear our clicking heels echo away and detect wafts of our perfume - but our backside dissolving into the horizon, or around a corner, is all you get to see.
The vast majority of our photos showcase our faces, but don't you agree, this alternative point of view is worth a look or two?
The very same moment viewed from a different perspective can be eyeopening.
Does this apply to other situations in your life?
It does for me......
Enjoy,
Nora
Photo by Diane Crow
Venerdi sera alle 9 dopo due giorni che piove l'acqua per strada e l'inchiostro sul foglio lo stesso colore
ho visto il nero, il lavoro in nero
ho visto un dieci contro uno contro un uomo nero
ho visto il nero nei racconti di mio nonno che ora rivedo
camicie nere l'italia in un buco nero
nero come il buio che dentro mangiava piero
rinato con il sole buttandosi giù da un treno
dicono abbia riso ma c'ero nero per sempre
nero come l'universo senza le stelle
e ho visto il rosso, rosso come il toro
che carica e viene addosso, rabbia rimorso
rosso come a genova, c'eri sai di che parlo
rosso come gli occhi se fumi sai di che parlo
e ho visto il bianco, gli assegni in bianco
e notti in bianco mio padre scappare di punto in bianco
e ho visto voi che parlate parlate tanto
bla bla e poi alla fine andate in bianco
ho visto il verde io sono al verde
ho visto l'erba del vicino ed è vero è sempre più verde
poi ho visto lei occhi verdi come due gemme
basta che mi guardi e capisco sperare sempre
e ho visto il grigio, il grigio di milano che si sveglia
il grigio di una cella il grigio perla
per la vita che è grigia e che non si ferma
i capelli di mio padre più grigi perchè invecchia
ho visto il blu la mia faccia piena di lividi
blu manganelli divise meglio dividersi
blu come il cielo ma il cielo non è il limite è zero
al limite il limite è l'universo intero
ho visto il viola sfiga per tutti
ho visto il viola di viola che bacia tutti
ne ho viste di tutti i colori e tu sei il peggiore
e non ti dico la parola ma è marrone
ho visto il giallo di un muso giallo
che da piazza tiananmen da solo ha fermato un carro
il giallo delle foto ingiallite dei tempi andati
il giallo del catarro e i polmoni belli che andati
ho visto l'azzurro e la nazione tutta attorno
zidane perde la testa e l'azzurro che invade il mondo
campioni del mondo padroni del mondo
l'italia è tricolore ritrovano un po' di orgoglio
ho visto il rosa pantani e la maglia rosa
l'arrivo a braccia aperte il pirata che ora riposa
le donne non si toccano neanche con una rosa
mia madre lo diceva e menava per ogni cosa
ne ho fatte ne ho dette ne ho viste tutti i colori
però non ho bandiere divise non ho colori
io sono trasparente sogno la trasparenza
e sai cosa traspare sono maxi fino all'essenza
The eyes of a gorilla...
One of the tiny baby gorillas, Shirimpumu, intently watches her mother sitting in the open field from the edge of the eucalyptus patch, while contemplating joining her. A gorilla's eyes are incredibly expressive, and this is such a beautiful gaze... Probably my favourite picture of the set. Continued...
The Gorilla Beringei Beringei, better known as the Mountain Gorilla, is the rarest of all gorillas, and only 700 survive, half of which here in the Virunga volcanoes between Uganda, Rwanda and The DR of Congo, and the other half in the Bwindi forest below the Rwenzori Mountains in Uganda. There are no Mountain Gorillas in the zoos and because none have ever survived in the zoo, there is a universal agreement between zoos not to keep Mountain Gorillas. Instead the zoos keep the smaller lowland and river gorillas, which are generally lighter coloured, while the Mountain Gorillas are much longer haired to protect against the cold at the altitude in which they live. They are also much darker, being almost a perfect black - making photographing them a bit of a challenge!
The Gorilla tracking industry in Uganda and Rwanda has resulted in the gorillas becoming worth more alive than dead, but poaching has not completely been eliminated. The most recent killings were shootings carried out by remnant sections of the Hutu guerillas responsible for the 1994 Rwandan massacre, who are now in hiding just across the border in the DR of Congo. Accordingly rangers and armed soldiers stay with each group to protect them, in some cases literally with their lives - even throughout 1994. These rangers are unrecognised heroes!
Of about 15 gorilla groups roaming the Virungas, five groups have been habituated to the one hours' contact per day with tourists. Five groups are being observed for research, and the remaining five groups still live competely in the wild. No more than 8 people can take part in the tracking, so with 5 groups, that's 40 people maximum per day that have this eye opening experience - globally ! The US$500 tracking fee for a single one hour encounter is considerable, but every 'seat' is booked months in advance - last year 14,000 places were booked to make this eyeopening trip (generating US$7 million). The encounter is guaranteed, as the rangers plot the location by GPS, and radio ahead to the guides when the tourist groups leave base camp. This is eco tourism at its best!
There's an interesting page regarding eco tourism here, with a very nice photo!
* This photo was selected for in Blue Planet Magazine. (Translated version)
* This photo appears at Verden er Lille (English) and Novoya (English)
* This photo appears on TripSay, www.greendaily.com/2008/12/07/a-park-rangers-view-of-prot...
una palla di cartone e scotch
da far scivolare sull’asfalto,
in fissa sugli eroi in televisione
e poi sognando…
Quando,
ricordo quando,
bastava una panchina e quattro amici per avere il mondo
ed ora,
sempre qui che sogno ancora,
ma i tempi che furono allora;
occhi chiusi dentro un letto e la mia vita alla moviola.
Ma ciò che c’era, ora dentro al cuore c’è,
e ci resta.
Ciò che c’era prima mi avanzava pure,
ora ciò che c’è non mi basta.
Malinconia che stressa:
la persona è la stessa,
ma con testa diversa,
con gli amici di sempre in una vita più che onesta,
ci si presta
a girare album fotografici,
fotografie ricordo che ricordano momenti unici,
dalle cose semplici nascono stimoli.
Composition: Matcha green tea mousse cake, sweetened red bean, corn flakes, green tea gelato, mochi, sponge cake and whipped cream.
The contrast in texture from 1) creamy cool and smooth in varying degrees and thicknesses (airy gelatin based mousse, whipped mildly sweetened cream, smooth and matcha rich green tea gelato) to 2) soft and sticky (a pair of super chewy and delightfully bouncy mochi (sticky rice cakes)) to 3) dense (stewed red beans) to 4) crunchy dry cornflakes to 5) spongy moist (castella cake cubes) was incredible . The flavour contrasts were also exciting in the mouth: mild (cream), slightly sweetened and tannic (green tea sweets), saccharine pops (red bean), and toasty (cornflakes).
This simple yet complex parfait was a great combination of things that were neither too sweet nor outrageous and strange, but together, quite eyeopening (cornflakes? Wow! Cornflakes). Together, however, it was harmony. Scrumptious, fantastic, and a great snack. Yes, cornflakes and all.
sento tutti questi passi staccarsi da un gradino e avanzare nel vuoto, precipitare, una folla che precipita- dice sempre impuntandosi
We were staying only a few minutes from Eilean Donan so was a very handy location we not raining, a very overshot location but you just have to do it.
This was taken on my little TZ8 on the tripod, I'd taken a few shots with the normaly camera but decided to give the Panasonic a try as the light was very uniform and I quite like the native 16:9 format on the camera to give the wide shape to the image. This is straight out of the camera with only a little sharpening to finish it off, the quality is quite eyeopening really with only a little noise & blur in the deep shadows.
Kinetic Tzsche after an eye-opening treatment. Repainted by a dear friend. Wearing my OOAK eyes and wig.
The contrast in texture from 1) creamy cool and smooth in varying degrees and thicknesses (airy gelatin based mousse, whipped mildly sweetened cream, smooth and matcha rich green tea gelato) to 2) soft and sticky (a pair of super chewy and delightfully bouncy mochi (sticky rice cakes)) to 3) dense (stewed red beans) to 4) crunchy dry cornflakes to 5) spongy moist (castella cake cubes) was incredible . The flavour contrasts were also exciting in the mouth: mild (cream), slightly sweetened and tannic (green tea sweets), saccharine pops (red bean), and toasty (cornflakes).
This simple yet complex parfait was a great combination of things that were neither too sweet nor outrageous and strange, but together, quite eyeopening (cornflakes? Wow! Cornflakes). Together, however, it was harmony. Scrumptious, fantastic, and a great snack. Yes, cornflakes and all.
Composition: Matcha green tea mousse cake, sweetened red bean, corn flakes, green tea gelato, mochi, sponge cake and whipped cream.
Pilgrims at Guruvayur Temple. Kerala, India
This photo was taken on our 2013/2014 Asia Trip. You can see our blog at eyeopening-asia-revisited.blogspot.com
If you want to see photos and blog from our similar 2007/2008 trip use these links:
Composition: Matcha green tea mousse cake, sweetened red bean, corn flakes, green tea gelato, mochi, sponge cake and whipped cream.
The contrast in texture from 1) creamy cool and smooth in varying degrees and thicknesses (airy gelatin based mousse, whipped mildly sweetened cream, smooth and matcha rich green tea gelato) to 2) soft and sticky (a pair of super chewy and delightfully bouncy mochi (sticky rice cakes)) to 3) dense (stewed red beans) to 4) crunchy dry cornflakes to 5) spongy moist (castella cake cubes) was incredible . The flavour contrasts were also exciting in the mouth: mild (cream), slightly sweetened and tannic (green tea sweets), saccharine pops (red bean), and toasty (cornflakes).
This simple yet complex parfait was a great combination of things that were neither too sweet nor outrageous and strange, but together, quite eyeopening (cornflakes? Wow! Cornflakes). Together, however, it was harmony. Scrumptious, fantastic, and a great snack. Yes, cornflakes and all.
Neon signs on the horizon, rubbings elbows with the moon.
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Sometimes, one of your oldest friends who holds a very near and dear place in your heart, elopes with someone who’s perfect for her, and you’re the first person to know because she wants to fly you to NYC to photograph their wedding (elopement? Is that a word?).
It seriously gives me all of the feels, and while I’m definitely NOT a wedding photographer at all, I was so honored and flattered and giddy with excitement to be there (with a healthy smattering of terror because…well, WEDDING.).
It’ll also mark wedding #31 on my list, which is probably kind of a big (expensive, lol) milestone? But money aside, that means that I was able to celebrate the start of the next phase of life with 30 (or probably more because more than once, we/I were friends with both the bride and groom) friends? I mean, that’s pretty great.
And speaking of great, today was the absolute freaking best. Despite all of the variables that could have messed things up, everyone was on time, Ali’s dad was surprised, and her and Patrick were just so.happy.
Selfish sidenote (that I've been staring at the screen trying to figure out how to put into words, but here goes): It's so happy and uplifting and refreshing to see someone's parents legitimately happy for the life choices they made. I don't think, as outsiders, we're really invited into moments of intimacy in others' relationships with their family. Sure, there are moments like weddings and holidays, but those are almost expected moments? The small moments when someone's dad just thinks he's picking them up from the train station in tennis shoes and dad jeans? To realize that he's gained a son in law? Those moments show the realness, and, I don't know. Selfishly? Seeing the realness of how a parent/adult child relationship actually can unfold, was eyeopening (in the best way possible).
I have a hard time coming to terms with the reality of how my parents view me, and it's really nice to be reminded of the fact that what I thought was the norm (guilt, manipulation, children being seen and not heard, belittling, etc.), is actually - not. Parents can be legitimately proud of their children, and want to do things like put your namesake Elvis Costello song on, after dinner, and dance around the living room for a father/daughter dance. It's nice to be reminded of that. And it's nice to be reminded of that being surrounded by some of the people you love the most - new faces and puppers included.
Anyway, phew. I digress.
Let’s go back to the part about actually being entrusted to photo document the most important day of someone’s life. I mean…I’m actually kind of speechless about that. Like, quite literally don’t have the words to express my gratitude and pride and just, yep. All the feels.
The fact that, for a living, I code, and make things look pretty, in front of a computer all day, but can also fly to NYC to take 300 pictures over the course of 12 hours that people could actually be printed in a coffee table wedding book or be hung on someone’s walls for the next many years? That kind of blows me away.
So despite the fact that I landed and got to bed past 1a, got up at 530a, and then didn’t go to bed again until 1130p…all in the same day…it was just so fantastic.
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And this is a ps kinda note, but I just found it in my phone notes (I've been doing that a lot these days - scribbling things down as they cross my mind and then promptly forgetting about them), and felt like it had to be added.
"At the end of the day today, I was waking back to my hotel, and this weird feeling came over me. Kind of out of the blue. But it was the first time in my life that I’ve thought I could actually be a mom.
If you love your humans enough, and are lucky enough to have a supportive partner, 8 hours of sleep over 2 nights with a lot of great stuff in between? Physically feels rough, but mentally? I’m pretty great. And THAT is amazing. And what I'd imagine parenting to feel like - lots of rough time, but you love your tribe and they get you through. And, that's enough."
Excellent, just as before, except this visit all the sweeter because I'm having it in the company of the lovely DT.
The contrast in texture from 1) creamy cool and smooth in varying degrees and thicknesses (airy gelatin based mousse, whipped mildly sweetened cream, smooth and matcha rich green tea gelato) to 2) soft and sticky (a pair of super chewy and delightfully bouncy mochi (sticky rice cakes)) to 3) dense (stewed red beans) to 4) crunchy dry cornflakes to 5) spongy moist (castella cake cubes) was incredible . The flavour contrasts were also exciting in the mouth: mild (cream), slightly sweetened and tannic (green tea sweets), saccharine pops (red bean), and toasty (cornflakes).
This simple yet complex parfait was a great combination of things that were neither too sweet nor outrageous and strange, but together, quite eyeopening (cornflakes? Wow! Cornflakes). Together, however, it was harmony. Scrumptious, fantastic, and a great snack. Yes, cornflakes and all.
Composition: Matcha green tea mousse cake, sweetened red bean, corn flakes, green tea gelato, mochi, sponge cake and whipped cream.
'The foremost thing is to set the heart right and then attune it to divinity.' - His Holiness Younus AlGohar
Crescere insieme
senza perdere la propria identità,
donarsi per possedere in forma allargata,
fondersi in un tutto unico e tuttavia
continuare ad esistere ciascuno
per proprio conto:
questo è il segreto del vincolo dell'amicizia.
Miracle Doll Lestat commission - eye opening mod, one ear hole, removing fangs and making (removable) tongue parts.
E’ così che tu pensi di distinguere tutto
cosa é bene cosa é male
cosa é falso cosa é vero
cosa é giusto cosa é ingiusto
cosa é bianco cosa é nero
cosa é gioia e dolore
cos'é morale e immorale
é così che pensi di insegnarmi di tutto
cosa é dolce cosa é amaro
cosa é pioggia e sereno
cosa é il senso di un pugno
cosa é il senso di un bacio
proprio tu... proprio tu
che mi fai bene e mi fai male...
che mi fai bene e mi fai male
La verità, la sai la verità
é che tu non sai cos'é amare
Tu che non ami parli bene
tu che non piangi parli bene
tu che non sei mai stato male che ne sai
io che mi lascio trasportare
senza difese per poi soffrire
non é una novità, non é un novità
e mi fai bene e mi fai male...
e mi fai bene e mi fai male
E’ così che tu pensi che io sbagli su tutto
non ho mezze misure
non mi so comportare
che non uso il cervello
non ho autocontrollo
faccio storie per un niente
sono in torto eternamente, lo so!
La verità, la sai la verità
io l'amore so cos'é
Tu che non ami parli bene
tu che non piangi parli bene
tu che non sei mai stato male che ne sai
io che mi lascio innamorare
senza difese nel tuo cuore
non é una novità, non é una novità
e fammi bene...fammi male
e fammi bene...fammi male...
Wishing everyone a wonderful 2010 with lots of eye-opening experiences, true friends that know how to give as much as they receive and special moments with family.
The finest portrait in New York right now. Sneak peak at the eye-opening Van Dyck show, opening at @frickcollection next week!
Sfogliando i petali del tempo,
illanguidiscono i ricordi
e struggente la malinconia
m'assale...
Perde le sue policromie
il giorno agonizzante
ed io ripongo le mie inquietudini:
s'alza il sipario e,
sul palco in chiaroscuro,
indosso la mia maschera...
Freme dietro le quinte
un'altra vita
e tutto intorno tace...
Come pesava quello zaino sulle spalle
per la strada della scuola
e la maturita'
odiavo ogni professore
m'illudevo che fosse una minaccia
alla mia liberta'
ed ogni sera
sopra lo schermo
vedevo eroi della mia eta'
e io di certo ero diverso
ma ci credevo in una vita
come al cinema...
ma qui non e' cosi'
non c'e' il lieto fine e poi
il buono perde...
i tatuaggi fanno male
anni dopo che li hai fatti
ma per quello che ricordano
ah ah
hai visto amici andarsene
prima del tempo
e sei sicuro che dall'alto
ti proteggano
ah ah
e intanto aspetti
il colpo di scena
quell'occasione unica
che ti sistema
ogni problema
e lei che ti completera'
ma qui non e' cosi'
la trama e' inconsistente
l'amore non e' mai per sempre
lei diceva non lo so
e dopo mi stringeva forte ancora un po'
e diceva di non prenderla cosi'
nasce cresce poi finisce
e se tradisce ti sara' chiaro che
la vita non e' un film
Ho il dubbio che la mia generazione
muova una rivoluzione immaginaria
doveva essere un tramonto
e il bene in trionfo
alla fine della storia
ma qui non e' cosi'
l'immagine e' un po' scura
e il domani fa un po' piu' paura
lei diceva non lo so
e dopo mi stringeva forte ancora un po'
e diceva di non prenderla cosi'
nasce cresce poi finisce
e se tradisce ti sara' chiaro che
la vita non e' un film
ma lei diceva non lo so
e dopo mi stringeva forte ancora un po'
e diceva di non prenderla cosi'
nasce cresce poi finisce
e se tradisce ti sara' chiaro che
la vita non e' un film