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I come from a world where all alarms are false
I come from a world that only has one pulse
In all worlds nothing is immutable
Our nature is gentle and the divine is mental
And inside this realm of shared understanding
Everyone floats when ideas are landing
Oh my love
All you need is what you want, what you want, what you want
All you need is what you want, what you want, what you want
All you need is what you want, what you want, what you want
All you need is what you want, what you want, what you want
You come from a world that suffers from neglect
And all beliefs your world will not accept
And inside this realm of shared understanding
Everyone floats when ideas are landing
Oh my love
Your world has got you
Controlled and silent
You can't fill a whole
With a billion empty souls
Your world has got you
Alone and silent
You can't fill a whole
With a billion empty souls
Your world will fail my love
It's far beyond repair
Your world will fail my love
It's already there
Calm before the rage
Hostage in a cage
Now it's too late to wake up this place
And bring you all back to life
Your world will fail my love
It's far beyond repair
Your world will fail
If you are alive you must run for you life
It's calm before the rage
Hostage in a cage
Your world will fail now
What will it take just to wake up this place
Bring you all to life
This song has been "burning" inside me since its release in 2010. Just a few years earlier I experienced three intense and lasting losses in my real life that have left immutable marks on my soul. I've tried several times to express this in SL photography but can never seem to capture the emotion anywhere as deeply as Stone Sour does with their song. Please take a moment to watch this video (again) and remember that some losses help to direct us but they don't have to define us.
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You were my fire, so I burned, 'til there was nothing left of me
I, I touched your face, I held you close, 'til I could barely breathe
Why give me hope, then give me up, just to be the death of me
Save the rest of me
'Cause I see you, but I can't feel you anymore, so go away
I need you, but I can't need you anymore, you hesitate
Nicht immer ist bei Sonnenuntergang nur die Sonne zu sehen. Manchmal werden der Himmel und die Wolken in unveränderliche Farben getaucht. Die Landschaft wirkt dadurch weicher und ein Spaziergang macht richtig Freude.
The sun is not always visible at sunset. Sometimes the sky and the clouds are dipped in immutable colors. The landscape is softer and a walk is a real pleasure.
Ich wünsche Euch einen schönen Sonntag und ich freue mich, Euch hier wiederzutreffen.
I wish You a very nice sunday and I hope Du meet You again here
Oh I do recommend this book so very highly. More a novella than a book, winner of the Man Booker prize this year. Very finely drawn it moves you from the clumsiness of youth to the immutable end of life. Beautifully written. Highly recommended. Reading at the river. Lovely.
This series is inspired by Xenotar28 here, he has some incredibly beautiful shell images at the moment.
Sometimes we put our safety in concrete stuff because they seem strong and immutable, but the real strength that we have is precisely in the transformation, that smooth and tenuous line that connects us to who/what we really are.
For my dear, Monsieur Pistolet : 0)
“Everything in art depends on execution: the story of a louse can be as beautiful as the story of Alexander. You must write according to your feelings, be sure those feelings are true, and let everything else go hang. When a line is good it ceases to belong to any school. A line of prose must be as immutable as a line of poetry.”
― Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuanbnnzXQ4
WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW – AMY WINEHOUSE
Parrots are very social creatures
full-on colours and pretty features
loving and giving and bringing delight
perched on a branch or in full flight
I study them and think anew
of what we can learn and what we can do
smile at a stranger; give the gift of love
offer a helping hand like an angel above
They make me smile with their funny ways
these Rainbow Lorikeets prefer sunnier days
but they seem happy despite the rain; carefree
they love each other that is plain to see
Male and female are hard to tell apart
both are beautiful and warm my heart
she is on the left and he is on the right
it's easier to tell when they're sitting tight
The female has some yellow that mingles with the red
and the male one has the reddest breast and a squarer head
just then they turned towards me and them I am unsure
but does it really matter as long as they adore
They like to eat pollen and nectar and fruit
the male puffs up his rainbow suit
protecting his mate from the other parrots
so she can digest her food but she does not like carrots
They like apples and pears and grapes and sunflower seeds
some figs and nectar to fulfil their needs
papayas and mangoes opened by a fruit bat
make them smile inside like the Cheshire cat
I stayed with them for quite a long while
getting drenched but with a constant smile
and then sadly it was time to go
what a lovely experience; my dreams overflow.
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“Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless - like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.”
~ Bruce Lee
Exploring Vágar, Faroe Islands.
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Alfred E. Neuman immediately came to mind when I spotted this Northern Shoveler enjoying the morning light.
The Northern Shoveler:
The aptly named Northern Shoveler has a shovel-shaped bill that quickly sets it apart from other dabbling ducks. It is a medium-sized duck that tends to sit with its rear a bit higher out of the water almost like its bill is pulling its front half down.
Perhaps the most outwardly distinctive of the dabbling ducks thanks to its large spoon-shaped bill, the Northern Shoveler busily forages head down in shallow wetlands. Its uniquely shaped bill has comb-like projections along its edges, which filter out tiny crustaceans and seeds from the water.
If the bill doesn’t catch your eye, the male's blocky color palette sure will, with its bright white chest, rusty sides, and green head. The female is no less interesting with a giant orange bill and mottled brown plumage.
Northern Shovelers are monogamous and remain together longer than pairs of most other dabbling ducks. They form bonds on the wintering grounds and stay together until just before fall migration.
When flushed off the nest, a female Northern Shoveler often defecates on its eggs, apparently to deter predators.
The oldest recorded Northern Shoveler was a male, and at least 16 years, 7 months old when he was found in Nevada.
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Alfred E. Neuman:
In a 1975 interview with the New York Times, MAD Magazine founder Harvey Kurtzman recalled an illustration of a grinning boy he’d spotted on a postcard in the early fifties: a “bumpkin portrait,” “part leering wiseacre, part happy-go-lucky kid.” It was captioned “What, Me Worry?”
That bumpkin became Alfred E. Neuman, MAD’s mascot, who turns sixty six this year—kind of. The impish, immutable redhead made his official debut in December 1956, when he appeared on the cover of MAD no. 30 as a write-in candidate for president. He’s appeared on almost every MAD cover since: possessing, spoofing, and spooking cultural icons with nothing more than a drowsy rictus.
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The boat glides silently, its bow cutting through the water without the slightest wrinkle. Before us, the Two Brothers stand, immutable guardians of the sea, their silhouettes sculpted in the azure sky. A peaceful journey to eternity. Provence Alpes Côte d'Azur region.
It is a lotus leaf that undergoes a genetic change, commonly called a genetic mutation. This mutation is not immutable and is not inherited.
Easter Bank Holiday ... here in the U.K. it’s a kind of immutable fact that Easter is usually rainsodden, especially if you’re a biker (not a cyclist).
Not this time, this time the fickle finger of fate has aligned the planets in such a way that the forecast for the weekend is more than favourable...however, fate has also arranged a frigging pandemic to fk it up.
So, enjoy the weather, we will be spending it on our balcony shouting at the traffic ... how come there are so many tuned up autos with quick shifters, backfiring unburnt fuel out and about?
Maybe the cops are too busy challenging shoppers with nonessential beer and wine in their bags. Although that last sentence, in my world, is an oxymoron.
I made a trip to Kyoto again and enjoyed the Gion Festival which has been continuing since the 9th century. Everything is passing quickly here in Tokyo, so I often visit in Kyoto and feel a sense of immutability.
(Panthera leo) B28I3743 Masai Mara Triangle - Kenya
We grill meat bought in blister packs from our neighborhood supermarket, on our barbecue. But in the savannah, there is no supermarket, there are archaic, immutable rules - these have allowed the balance and the survival of the species. They seem cruel to uneducated eyes but they are only natural and a source of balance. Only human greed is a cause of disturbance !
Nous faisons griller sur notre barbecue de la viande achetée sous blister au supermarché de notre quartier. Mais dans la savane, il n'y a pas de supermarché, il ya des règles archaïques, immuables - celles-ci ont permis l'équilibre et la survie des espèces. Elles semblent cruelles pour les yeux non éduqués mais elles ne sont que naturelles et source d'équilibre. Seul l'avidité humaine est une cause de perturbation !
Iglesia de Santa María la Mayor, Daimiel, Ciudad Real, Castilla-La Mancha, España.
La iglesia parroquial de Santa María la Mayor es el edificio más antiguo de Daimiel, provincia de Ciudad Real (España). Su origen se remonta al siglo XIV, si bien la fachada sur es del siglo XV y la torre del XVI.
Su estructura es la típica de los templos góticos, si bien se ha sido muy desfigurada por sucesivas restauraciones. Es en la parte norte donde se conservan la mayor parte de los vestigios de esta época, de los que cabe destacar sus elevados contrafuertes acabados en agujas, así como la puerta de la Umbría, constituida por un arco ojival y dos sencillos capiteles con adorno vegetal. La otra puerta original tiene cuatro columnas, con capiteles decorados con hojas y frutos. Se encuentra cegada desde tiempos de la construcción del coro, y actualmente se encuentra muy deteriorada. La otra puerta, que hoy es la principal, se llama del Sol y está constituida por un arco acortinado, protegido por un pórtico soportado sobre dos columnas que sostienen la galería que oculta la fachada original de la iglesia.
El interior de la iglesia está dividido en tres naves que son sostenidas por cuatro pilares. Sobre estos se adosan columnas que sostienen arcos torales y formeros. Sus capiteles parecen representar signos ocultos, e incluso algunos estudios los vinculan con la orden del temple. Los más representativos son los del conejo, la sirena, el rostro inmutable y la serpiente. La torre es muy posterior a la construcción original del templo, y está formada por varios cuerpos muy bien diferenciados. La consagración de las primeras campanas se efectuó el 4 de agosto de 1620, y en el 1816 la torre sufrió graves daños por causa de una tormenta y fue reedificada en 1818.
Sus retablos y el altar original se perdieron en el año 1936 durante la guerra civil. Actualmente se conserva en su interior la imagen del Stmo. Cristo de la Expiración, que logró salvarse de la barbarie de la guerra, y que se atribuye a la escuela de Alonso Cano.
En el coro bajo de la iglesia existe una lápida en la que se dio sepultura 1825 a Joaquín Ibáñez Cuevas, barón de Eroles, héroe de la guerra de la independencia, y que falleció a su paso por Daimiel el 22 de agosto de 1825.
Fue declarada bien de interés cultural con categoría de monumento el 28 de septiembre de 1989.
The parish church of Santa María la Mayor is the oldest building in Daimiel, in the province of Ciudad Real (Spain). Its origins date back to the 14th century, although the south façade dates from the 15th century and the tower from the 16th.
Its structure is typical of Gothic churches, although it has been greatly disfigured by successive restorations. It is in the northern part that most of the vestiges from this period are preserved, of which the most notable are its high buttresses topped with spires, as well as the Umbría Gate, consisting of a pointed arch and two simple capitals with plant ornamentation. The other original gate has four columns, with capitals decorated with leaves and fruits. It has been blocked since the construction of the choir and is currently in a very poor state. The other gate, which is now the main one, is called the Sun Gate and consists of a curtained arch, protected by a portico supported by two columns that support the gallery that conceals the original façade of the church.
The interior of the church is divided into three naves supported by four pillars. These are supported by columns that support the transverse and transverse arches. Their capitals appear to represent occult symbols, and some studies even link them to the Templar Order. The most representative are the rabbit, the mermaid, the immutable face, and the serpent. The tower dates much later than the original construction of the church and is made up of several distinct sections. The consecration of the first bells took place on August 4, 1620, and in 1816 the tower suffered serious damage due to a storm and was rebuilt in 1818.
Its altarpieces and the original altar were lost in 1936 during the Civil War. The image of the Most Holy Christ of the Expiration, which was saved from the barbarity of war and is attributed to the school of Alonso Cano, is currently preserved inside.
In the lower choir of the church, there is a tombstone where Joaquín Ibáñez Cuevas, Baron of Eroles, a hero of the War of Independence, was buried in 1825. He died while passing through Daimiel on August 22, 1825.
It was declared a site of cultural interest with the category of monument on September 28, 1989.
Christian Movie Segment - God Holds Sovereignty Over All Things in the Universe (Gospel Music)
Mankind has been seeking these answers for several thousand years: How can the celestial bodies in the universe proceed in such perfect order? Why do all living things always move in cycles following immutable rules? Why are people born, and then why do we die? Who has really determined all of these rules and laws? Who really does rule over the universe and all things? This wonderful segment from the Christian movie, The One Who Holds Sovereignty Over Everything, will guide you to get to the root of these questions and unveil all these mysteries.
Overcome with the feeling that in this small corner of the atmosphere reigns complete and utter silence; that here, in the darkness, immutable tranquility holds sway.
Junichiro Tanizaki, "Praise if Shadows"
Les œuvres d'art monumentales illustrent la montée dans les années 90 d'une nouvelle architecture influencée par de nouvelles méthodes de conception et de processus de production numérisés. En permettant la variation de forme, qui est caractérisée par le flux d’informations qui la traverse, ces méthodes ont stimulé la création d’une architecture animée, vivante et dynamique dans laquelle se croisent les processus biologiques et la dynamique des fluides. Cette tendance, dite numérique, arithmétique et numérique, remet en question une architecture qui serait immuable et définitive au profit d'une "architecture liquide" (Marcos Novak), aux formes libres et évolutives, dans laquelle des cercles organiques et des surfaces continues se mélangent. Cela correspond au style de cette autre architecture qui, dans les années 1960 et 1970, est revenue aux styles plus anciens (gothique, baroque, expressionnisme) en évoquant la courbe, l'organique et le mouvement par rapport à la rigidité de l'angle droit.
The monumental works of art illustrate the rise in the 1990s of a new architecture influenced by new methods of digitized design and production processes. By allowing shape variation, which is characterized by the flow of information passing through it, these methods have stimulated the creation of an animated, dynamic and dynamic architecture in which biological processes and fluid dynamics intersect. This trend, known as numerical, arithmetical and numerical, calls into question an architecture that would be immutable and definitive in favor of a "liquid architecture" (Marcos Novak), with free and evolving forms, in which organic circles and continuous surfaces take place. mix. This corresponds to the style of this other architecture which, in the 1960s and 1970s, returned to older styles (Gothic, Baroque, Expressionism) evoking the curve, the organic and the movement in relation to the rigidity of the angle law.
Les œuvres d'art monumentales illustrent la montée dans les années 90 d'une nouvelle architecture influencée par de nouvelles méthodes de conception et de processus de production numérisés. En permettant la variation de forme, qui est caractérisée par le flux d’informations qui la traverse, ces méthodes ont stimulé la création d’une architecture animée, vivante et dynamique dans laquelle se croisent les processus biologiques et la dynamique des fluides. Cette tendance, dite numérique, arithmétique et numérique, remet en question une architecture qui serait immuable et définitive au profit d'une "architecture liquide" (Marcos Novak), aux formes libres et évolutives, dans laquelle des cercles organiques et des surfaces continues se mélangent. Cela correspond au style de cette autre architecture qui, dans les années 1960 et 1970, est revenue aux styles plus anciens (gothique, baroque, expressionnisme) en évoquant la courbe, l'organique et le mouvement par rapport à la rigidité de l'angle droit.
The monumental works of art illustrate the rise in the 1990s of a new architecture influenced by new methods of digitized design and production processes. By allowing shape variation, which is characterized by the flow of information passing through it, these methods have stimulated the creation of an animated, dynamic and dynamic architecture in which biological processes and fluid dynamics intersect. This trend, known as numerical, arithmetical and numerical, calls into question an architecture that would be immutable and definitive in favor of a "liquid architecture" (Marcos Novak), with free and evolving forms, in which organic circles and continuous surfaces take place. mix. This corresponds to the style of this other architecture which, in the 1960s and 1970s, returned to older styles (Gothic, Baroque, Expressionism) evoking the curve, the organic and the movement in relation to the rigidity of the angle law.
…La Esperanza se tradujo en Espera, en tiempo perdido, así llegó la Desesperanza seguida del Desespero….Cerca, las olas rompen contra las rocas en eterno compas . La violencia de Neptuno no angustia a la casita del fondo que yace inmutable...Con la distancia vemos de otra forma nuestras vivencias …F.O.G.
English :
... Hope was translated into Waiting, in lost time, that's how Desperation came followed by Despair ... Nearby, the waves crash against the rocks in eternal compas. Neptune's violence does not anguish the little house in the background that lies immutable ... With the distance we see our experiences differently ... F.O.G
trying to balance it all.
HMM. Happy Macro Monday. This week's theme: Balance
Balance
BY ALICE B. FOGEL
Balance is everything, is the only
way to hold on.
I've weighed the alternatives, the hold
as harbor: It isn't safe
to let go. But consider the hover,
choices made, the moment
between later and too late.
Hesitation is later, regret
too late. You can't keep turning
and turning, or expecting
to return. This earth
is not a wheel, it is a rock
that erodes, mountain by mountain.
And I have been too soft,
like sandstone, but there is a point
where I stand without a story,
immutable and moved, solid
as a breath in winter air.
I have seen my death and I know
it is my neighbor, my brother,
my keeper. In my life
I am going to keep trying
for the balance,
remembering the risks and the value
of extremes, and that experience
teaches the length of allowable lean;
that it is easier — and wiser —
to balance a stone as if on one toe
though it weigh a hundred pounds
than to push it back against the curve
of its own world.
CAT
No hi ha cap bombeta encesa.
A dins la foscor es vincla.
A la cuina les aixetes son tancades.
Aviat serà nit decidida dins i fora.
El poble, a vegades, és res més
que la presència immutable
dels murs i de les cases,
o el refilet dels ocells a les branques.
Al poble, dins les cases,
les nits són molt llargues,
les històries van i venen
sense parar ni un moment.
Quan el dia es llevi tot restarà
igual que el dia d’abans.
I les campanes ja fa anys
que no toquen per a res.
El poble és un silenci amb finestres.
OC
L'aire perfumat dels cerièrs
I a pas d'ampoula alucada.
Dedins l'escur liga.
Dins la cosina los robinets son barrats.
Lèu serà decididament nuèch dedins e defòra.
Lo vilatge, de còps, es pas mai
que la preséncia immutable
dels murs e dels ostals,
o lo chirriar dels aucèls sus las brancas.
Dins lo vilatge, dedins los ostals,
Las nuèches son fòrça longas,
las istòrias van e venon
sens s’arrestar un moment.
Quand lo jorn se crebarà, tot demorarà
coma lo jorn d'abans.
E las campanas sonan dempuèi d'annadas
que non tocan per res.
Vera-Cruz (Mexique) - Le Mexique est très photogénique. Mais dans ce pays qui a pourtant vu naître de grands noms de la photographie, les photographes sont rarement appréciés. C'est l'un des pays où j'ai eu le plus de mal à braquer franchement mon appareil photo.
La plupart de mes images ont été plus ou moins "volées", pour éviter des réactions, parfois violentes.
Seule exception ; quand les mexicains jouent de la musique ou dansent, là, ils acceptent volontiers qu'on les immortalise. Comme ce couple croisé un soir à Vera-Cruz sur un zocalo où, comme dans tout le Mexique, on vient danser en fin de journée.
Depuis près de 50 ans, ce chef d'entreprise et son épouse dansent tous les week-end. Pour eux, c'est un rituel immuable auquel seule la mort mettra un terme. C'est en tout cas ce que le couple m'a affirmé en me demandant de lui envoyer les photos. Ce qui a été fait, rassurez-vous.
Cette photo fonctionne malgré un décentrement sur la gauche. De toute façon, tout est dans leur regard. Les yeux dans les yeux, au son de la musique, ils semblent être seuls au monde.
When we love, we are always 20 years old !
Vera-Cruz (Mexico) - Mexico is very photogenic. But in this country which has nevertheless seen the birth of great names in photography, photographers are rarely appreciated. It is one of the countries where I had the most difficulty to point my camera frankly.
Most of my images were more or less "stolen", to avoid reactions, sometimes violent.
The only exception; when Mexicans play music or dance, there, they readily agree to be immortalized.
As this couple Mexico passed a night at Vera Cruz on a zocalo as throughout Mexico, we just dance in the evening.
For nearly 50 years, this entrepreneur and his wife have been dancing every weekend. For them, it is an immutable ritual which only death will put an end to. In any case, this is what the couple told me when they asked me to send them the photos. What has been done, rest assured.
This photo works despite a shift to the left. Either way, it's all in their eyes. Eye to eye, to the sound of music, they seem to be alone in the world.
El sombrero del hongo calabaza posee la típica forma de este género. En su primera etapa es semiesférico, con un pequeño margen que rodea al pié. Más adelante toma una forma convexa. Su diámetro no es raro que llegue a 25-30 o incluso más cm. Su color oscila entre canela, pardo o marrón claro. Normalmente es más oscuro en el centro y difumina su color cuando llega al borde.Si el tiempo es húmedo suele tener la cutícula viscosa cuando es joven. En un estado más desarrollado pierde esta característica.La carne de estos ejemplares es tierna, inmutable y blanca. Mas tersa y dura en ejemplares jóvenes pasa a tener una consistencia esponjosa en ejemplares adultos. El agradable olor a avellana de esta especie es otra de sus características The cap of the pumpkin fungus has the typical shape of this genus. In its first stage it is hemispherical, with a small margin surrounding the foot. Later it takes a convex shape. Its diameter is not uncommon to reach 25-30 or even more cm. Its color ranges from cinnamon, brown or light brown. Normally it is darker in the center and fades its color when it reaches the edge. If the weather is humid, it tends to have a slimy cuticle when it is young. In a more developed state it loses this characteristic. The meat of these specimens is tender, immutable and white. Smoother and harder in young specimens, it becomes spongy in adult specimens. The pleasant hazelnut smell of this species is another of its characteristics.
Pacific Crest Trail, Snoqualmie Pass, Washington
On another sunny day in this endlessly hot and dry summer, I headed to my happy place: boots on a trail in the mountains. With forecasted hot temperatures even at the higher elevations, and feeling a bit lacking in ambition after last week's challenging hike to Grand Park, I opted for a familiar trail closer to home.
The dry winter and hot summer have taken a toll on the wildflowers that typically carpet these hillsides, though patches of paintbrush and daisies still manage to valiantly defy the conditions. And as always, the immutable beauty of the mountains endures...
The photo's title is also the title of a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, my all-time favorite poet.
Written in 1877 but not published until 1918, the poem paradoxically connects at the end the variety of creation with the immutability of its Creator.
The structure of the poem is a "curtal sonnet", which is sort of a truncated sonnet and a form Hopkins himself invented.
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things —
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced — fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
As in all agricultural societies, a good knowledge of nature was essential for the survival of the communities of ancient Peru. This piece shows incised spiral patterns that connect and repeat themselves ad infinitum; they therefore refer to the regenerative capacity and immutable renewal that allow the continuity of life.
„The passage of time - immutable - unshakable
The clarity gives way to the fog
The color gives way to the gray in gray
Light and dark will soon balance each other
It's getting quieter, bit by bit
Soon the silence will follow
To be continued...“
„Der Lauf der Zeit - unveränderlich - unerschütterlich
Die Klarheit weicht dem Nebel
Die Farbe weicht dem Grau in Grau
Hell und Dunkel halten sich bald die Waage
Es wird leiser, so nach und nach
Bald folgt die Stille
Fortsetzung folgt…“
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„Ich danke an dieser Stelle allen Followern, allen neuen Followern, und all jenen die einfach so mal vorbeischauen. Ich sage Danke für alle bisherigen und für Sie all die neu hinzukommenden Fav‘s und Kommentare. 🙏“
My personal challenge for 2022 - I'll try - and do my very best...
Meine persönliche Herausforderung für 2022 - ich werd's versuchen - und mein Bestes geben…
Les Deux Frères face au Cap Sicié - Les Deux Frères sont deux rochers émergeant à la pointe du Cap Sicié (Var, France) et visibles depuis la plage des Sablettes à La Seyne-sur-Mer. C'est un lieu qui accueille de nombreux plaisanciers ainsi que des clubs de plongée dont l'objectif est la visite d'une épave située à proximité immédiate.
La légende locale raconte que deux frères trouvèrent un soir une sirène blessée sur la plage. Ils la soignèrent et tombèrent éperdument amoureux et dans leur folie, ils s’entre-tuèrent. La sirène, avant de regagner les flots, supplia Poséidon de leur laisser une forme apparente en souvenir de leur passion. Le dieu de la mer y dressa les deux rocs.
Le mythe des Deux Frères a donné lieu à d’autres interprétations. L’une d’entre elles, parle de deux frères pêcheurs inséparables, jusqu’à ce qu’une sirène ne séduise le plus jeune des deux et l’attire au fond de l’eau. L’aîné, tentant de le sauver, trouva lui aussi la mort ne pouvant résister au charme de la créature marine. Pendant son agonie, il supplia Apollon (pourquoi Apollon ?) de leur laisser la vie sauve et de les rendre à jamais inséparables. C’est ainsi qu’ils se virent transformés en deux roches jumelles au large du Cap Sicié.
La légende raconte aussi qu’une pieuvre géante dévore les visiteurs imprudents ! Dans les années 60, il se disait même que les autorités avaient érigé un grillage autour de l’îlot afin d’éviter la mort aux plongeurs trop curieux.
Les deux Frères (The Two Brothers) facing Cap Sicié - The Two Brothers are two rocks emerging at the tip of Cap Sicié (Var, France) and visible from the Sablettes beach in La Seyne-sur-Mer. It is a place that welcomes many boaters as well as diving clubs whose objective is to visit a wreck located in the immediate vicinity.
The myth of “Les Deux Frères” has given rise to various interpretations. One of them speaks of two fishermen brothers who were inseparable until a mermaid seduced the youngest and lured him down into the depths of the sea. In an attempt to save him, his elder was also dragged to his death, unable to resist the charm of the sea creature. During his agonising final minutes, he begged the god Apollo to save them and ensure they were forever together. And that is how they came to be transformed into two rocks located offshore of Cape Sicié.
The second myth evokes an injured mermaid washed up on the beach, whom the two sailors tried to save. But as misfortune would have it, they both fell madly in love with her and fought to the death. When the mermaid swam back out to sea, she begged Poseidon to bless them with a visible and immutable form in memory of their shared passion. The god of seas and oceans answered her wish by transforming the two unfortunate sailors into two rocks.
Legend tells also that a giant octopus devours careless visitors… In the Sixties, it was even said that the authorities erected a fence around the little island to avoid overly-curious divers meeting their demise.
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"When you accurately perceive the fluidity of things, you can also begin to perceive the constancy behind them: the creative, transformative, boundless, immutable Tao."
Laozi
The dramatic waterfall of Seljalandsfoss in Iceland is seen with moody dark skies behind it.
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Bold and boisterous colours
Blending and mingling ... in life and in dead
The beautiful circle of life ...
Trapped in the immutable law of atrophy..
So bloom, grow and glow while it is your season......
Time is linear, not cyclical
Hurricane Matthew passed about 60 miles away from the view you're looking at now. It looks so tranquil for what once was a spinning mass of destruction. We were spared here, many others were not...
After a night climb and several hours of waiting in darkness, I witnessed this magical moment when the sun began to caress the volcanic landscape of Mount Bromo. What I sought to capture wasn't just a sunrise, but that precise moment of transition when night gives way to day in one of the world's most spectacular natural settings.
The sea of clouds enveloping the Tengger caldera was particularly dense that morning, creating this surreal impression that the volcanoes were floating on a celestial ocean. I deliberately chose a panoramic format to embrace the full magnitude of this majestic landscape - from Mount Batok in the foreground to the proud Mount Semeru rising prominently in the background.
What fascinates me about this place is the duality between the telluric power of the volcanoes and the ethereal softness of the clouds, between the immutable and the ephemeral. The warm hues of the nascent sun contrasting with the deep blue of the sky create this particular palette that exists for only a few minutes each day. This image represents for me the very essence of travel: those fleeting moments of pure beauty that reward effort and waiting, and that remain etched in our memory long after our return.
“The black hole teaches us that space can be crumpled like a piece of paper into an infinitesimal dot, that time can be extinguished like a blown-out flame, and that the laws of physics that we regard as ‘sacred,’ as immutable, are anything but.”
Quote - John Wheeler (1911–2008)
"Be seated with all the immutable and unwavering majesty of the mountain. Let your spirit rise , soar and soar into the sky. "
“Soyez assis avec toute la majesté inaltérable et inébranlable de la montagne. Laissez votre esprit s'élever, prendre son essor et planer dans le ciel.”
Sogyal Rinpoché
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..."onde immobili scolpite dal tempo di quegli attimi nei quali lasciare il segno dei passi; una presenza che resterà immutabile nel tempo della memoria per essere stati lì..." dal diario di viaggio, ottobre 20.21
... "motionless waves sculpted by the time of those moments in which to leave the mark of the steps; a presence that will remain immutable in the time of memory for having been there ..." from the travel diary, October 20.21
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The happenstance result of diddling with dials in experimental, exploratory, heuristic play. One click of the mouse and a whole new avenue opened up. Pano-Sabotaged bicycles then got a whole new treatment here.
Since this particular technique always ends up with a central figure that acts as an organizing "magnet' or "attractor", I've embarked on a parallel series to accompany what I'm doing with layers and veils. Every 3 or 4 of those images that I post will be interpolated with one of these "Strange Attractor" images.
Strange attractors, if I've got it right, are those things in mathematics and in physics that "pull" things toward a resolution or "organized" point. Also known as "chreodes", forces of organization that pull events to a certain point. Another term for this is "entelechy". The more we repeat things the easier it is to resolve into that pattern. The more powerful a charge there is to things, the stronger the chreode's power becomes. The stronger the chreode, the more definite the pattern and the more likely it is to be repeated. This might be described as a "habit".
"Habit", as Rupert Sheldrake describes it, as opposed to mechanism, is closer to the way the universe works rather than perfectly repeating supposedly fixed, immutable laws. Patterns repeat and are reinforced by habit and repetition and yet are subject to unforeseen influences and "input". In this way the universe could be said to be "learning" as new factors and forces can influence the pull of attractors and chreodes, yielding variations and creation.
Or one could simply look at these images as abstraction and derive what one wishes from that. There is no "right way". All views are valuable.
Han Shan is an infamous "mad" Zen Monk who lived in seclusion in the mists of "Cold Mountain". He become visible only to those who were worthy enough to find him. Gary Snyder speaks of him in his series of 24 "Cold Mountain Poems" from "Rip Rap, & Cold Mountain Poems" ( 1958 ).
Image created April 2017.
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Music Link: "The Dragon" - Vangelis, from his album "China".
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