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This is for my Flickr friends for being the lovely flowers in my life-path ..every step of the way....and bringing me so much joy :)
Unknowingly, you have helped me during my most difficult times with your kind and encouraging words.... Thanks! :))
Explore Aug 10, 2008 #274
as the shadows of the two figures stretch across the textured stone wall, their intertwined hands reflect a shared path. at this moment, they are walking downhill, facing life's small declines, but their bond holds strong. the steps they take together symbolize the inevitable ups and downs they’ll face, and just as the stairwell may rise again, so too will they. i wish them a journey full of resilience and strength, where every shadow carries a promise of light.
La vita è come una corda, intrecciata di legami che si formano, nodi che si stringono, diventano parte di noi. Alcuni legami sono così forti da sembrare indissolubili, altri, con il tempo, si allentano, si sciolgono. Ma ogni nodo, anche sciolto, lascia un’impronta. La corda conserva memoria del nodo, un segno sottile, come un ricordo inciso nella mente e nel cuore.
La solitudine arriva a volte, quando i legami si spezzano o si allentano, portando malinconia. Eppure, è il mistero di questi legami – forti, sciolti, perduti – a tessere il senso della vita.
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beneath the humming lifeblood of munich central station, a tale of two desires unfolds. a lonesome traveler strides, his path divergent from the beckoning "festwiese" sign, where echoes of oktoberfest revelry call. it's a silent narrative of choices and reflections—literally. his mirrored self, a ghostly silhouette, appears to glance towards the festivities, a doppelgänger drawn to what might have been. in this transient corridor of life's crossroads, every footfall is a story, a singular journey against the tide, a personal odyssey within the city's heartbeat.
I am currently searching for a way into the 'Dolly Diptych'.
Dolly needs honouring, amongst others, and put alongside her/his/their associated reprobates, she/he/they being equal in every possible way to Falstaff, James and Marcel/Rrose (and UBU/Jarry, of course).
I mean, Duh! The first cloned sheep showing us a way forward. Who woulda thunk? Clever Dolly!
Beatify Dolly Now!
Jus' sayin'.
Summarising summarily: I feel that we are at a point of change. This is a point where we join the rest of the creative universe in making a slow transition from procreation to bifurcation. Whilst I am aware that this hypothesis might be generated by the guilt of being a non-procreative unit, I am willing to follow it to its conclusion.
As our reproductive capacity diminishes, as evinced by our sperm count and fertility levels decreasing, coupled with the recent development of gene pool mapping, and our capacity to clone in the laboratory, a pattern would seem to be developing. Perhaps we are naturally getting in line with the rest of everything (I have trouble with words such as creation as this presupposes a creator), the universal.
We get in line by splitting, by extending our pseudopodia into an unknown to feel our way outwards so that we can divide with some security, finding our footing so to speak. The recognition is that to divide in this way is to generate two momentarily weak halves until some growth occurs. This growth is inevitable but sore. So, each part moves forward cautiously, not trusting but feeling its way forward. Asking, and searching, more than trusting.
Learning happens and all sorts of images and words, sketches and utterances, are generated that describe this experience. These two separate bodies are aware of each other. They care for each other because the smaller is generated by the larger and the larger feels a responsibility to help the smaller survive, and the smaller wants to make the larger proud. Parenting is like making Art. Both are natural and unavoidable for some, and when you make either you love them and want to see them survive. You make them the best you can within your limitations and send them out into the world to fend for themselves.
How do we describe this? Sometimes with words, sometimes with images, and sometimes with a combination of both, apparently. There are a myriad of ways to do exactly this, so called lifepaths. It, these descriptions of the 'doubling' or this splitting, are simple byproducts of consciousness. Though at the same time, these descriptions, the byproducts, do resemble a grain of salt in a stew attempting to describe the meal itself, and the 'chef' to boot. Sometimes we even encourage this imagined chef to become a deity. Like the rest of life we manifest incorrigibility.
Laughter is a wonderful balm in this seemingly impossible endeavour.
A man in a hat stands on a narrow ledge, high above the ground. The view is breathtaking, but the position is precarious. Is he a daredevil seeking a thrill, or is he caught in a dangerous situation?
A joy of Spring to see again Aglais io, that colorful European Peacock Butterfly! Here it's on another pleasure of the season, golden Dandelion, or Taraxacum officinale.
We all marvel at the wonderful proboscis - tongue plus other supporting structures - that enables a Butterfly to partake of the nectar of flowers.
It's also highly interesting to see the structure of the floret with which that tongue has to cope. So I've added an inset showing a single floret of Dandelion. On the left a toothed petal - which is thought to resemble a Lion's tooth; hence the name Dandelion derived from the French. Then the fancy bilobed or two-headed stigma and at the bottom of the supporting style, with feathery pappus surrounding it, the ovary. That sticky stigma is covered with grains of pollen, small but just visible in this photo.
So where are the stamens, the male part yielding that pollen? Well, this particular Dandelion is well along its lifepath so you have to look carefully. Dandelions - differently from many other flowers - develop a style, pistil and stigma after their stamens. The five stamens fuse together to form a tube which is the conduit for pollen to the ovary. In the photo you can just see two supporting relicts of them at the very bottom of the style.
Nectar is to be found at the bottom of that tube, and hence Peacock's tongue will have to reach down, down, down to access that Sweet Stuff.
My mother Maria passed away on Sunday, October 26, at 2:22 p.m. I was holding her hand when she left.
Beside her are my father, who died in December 2002, and my little brother Andreas, who passed away at the age of two and a half in the late 1960s.
My father set up the camera — I only pressed the shutter.
Now they are together again, at peace, where the circle gently closes.
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Meine Mutter Maria ist am Sonntag, dem 26.10., um 14:22 Uhr verstorben. Ich hielt ihre Hand, als sie nach Hause ging.
Neben ihr sind mein Vater, der im Dezember 2002 gestorben ist, und mein kleiner Bruder Andreas, der in den späten 1960er Jahren mit zweieinhalb verstarb.
Mein Vater richtete die Kamera ein – ich habe nur den Auslöser gedrückt.
Jetzt sind sie wieder vereint, in Frieden, wo sich der Kreis sanft schließt.
Their encounters were like reuniting puzzle pieces, each click bringing a familiar warmth. Eyes would light up with silent understanding, shared laughter echoing through the air. Secrets whispered like old friends, their bond a comfortable silence. Even in bustling crowds, their gazes would lock, a silent conversation of shared memories and unspoken dreams. Their encounters were a safe harbor, a place where they could be their truest selves, flaws and all.
Beneath a lattice of steel and light, shadows stretch across the empty space, tracing the quiet choreography of figures in motion. The stark contrast of black and white transforms the scene into a delicate balance between solitude and urban energy. Every line converges, every shadow whispers, as the architecture itself becomes a silent witness to fleeting moments of reflection and movement. This is where structure meets serenity, and light becomes the storyteller.
[Holga] I am posting two versions of this image...one with the film edge numbers and one without. I am still up in the air about it (for all of my Holga images). Which do you prefer?
***Added Later: I should point out that the film edges you see in the other version of this image are the real film edge numbers from this neg. They have not been added on later with Photoshop.
More Mulling: Although I do like seeing the edge numbering from the film (as seen in the other version of this image), I am starting to think it looks a bit too dark and heavy and distracts from what the image is all about. I think that just the full frame with a slight black border as in this version, is the best way to go. I will still scan them with the edge numbering in place (just in case I decide I like it for certain shots), but I think that for most images less is more.
In the quiet hours when the world settles into stillness, I find myself gazing into the mirror of memories, tracing the lines of where life has been and pondering the paths it might yet tread. The tapestry of moments, woven with laughter and tears, unfolds before my mind's eye like a cherished storybook. There's a comfort in the familiarity of the past, and a sense of anticipation for the chapters still unwritten. As I stand on this threshold between what was and what will be, I realize that reflection isn't just about looking backward; it's about gathering the fragments of experience and using them to illuminate the road ahead.
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Chen Mowen was born into an ordinary peasant family. Because she was born a girl, her father's feudal preference for boys caused her to be excluded and ignored at home, and because there were no sons in her household, the other villagers looked down on her family. She decided to work hard on her studies, get into a good university, and become successful to win back some dignity for herself. However, her father's sudden illness shattered her academic dreams. At her most miserable and hopeless,Almighty God salvation in the last days came upon her. After reading much of Almighty God's words, she learned that mankind was created by God, that God controls man's fate, everything in a person's life is managed and arranged by God, all the setbacks and failures a person suffers are authorized by God, and within these are God's good intentions…. The words of Almighty God comforted her tormented, wounded heart, and gave her new strength to live. After accepting Almighty God's Work in the last days, she actively fulfilled her duties, and was later elected a church leader. Unknowingly, her desire and ambition to outdo others rises within her, and her satanic dispositions of arrogance and conceit are constantly exposed as she fulfills her duties. After repeatedly experiencing the judgment, chastisement, pruning, and dealing in God's words and constantly reflecting on herself, she is finally able to clearly see that the arrogance, conceit, highly competitive character, and desire for fame and prestige of her evil, satanic nature are rooted deep in her heart, and that it is these things which lead her to only pursue fame and status instead of pursing the truth in her belief in God, and which unconsciously led her down the path of the antichrist, that of resisting God, in her belief. She realizes the importance of pursuing the truth in her belief in God, and that if she only focuses on pursuing fame and status, she will never gain the truth or life, and will be abandoned and eliminated by God in the end. After she understands these aspects of truth, she swears an oath: She will emulate Peter, and pursue the path of truth and being perfected. Afterward, with the correct goal to pursue, she focuses on practicing the truth and entering the reality of God's word, and finally enters the correct life path of pursuing truth and fulfilling the duties of a creature of God.
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An old wooden door with a key still hanging on its handle. The morning sunlight shines through the window lattice, creating interesting shadow patterns on the door's surface. There is a sense of mystery and meaning behind the simplicity of this photo.
[Holga] I am posting two versions of this image...one with the film edge numbers and one without. I am still up in the air about it (for all of my Holga images). Which do you prefer?
***Added Later: I should point out that these are the real film edge numbers from this neg. They have not been added on later with Photoshop.
Although I do like seeing the edge numbering from the film, I am starting to think it looks a bit too dark and heavy and distracts from what the image is all about. I think that just the full frame with a slight black border (as seen in the other version of this image) is the best way to go. I will still scan them with the edge numbering in place (just in case I decide I like it for certain shots), but I think that for most images less is more.
(Highway 395, California) - The moon escapes from beneath the cloud cover for a brief moment. A roughed up old Plymouth Fury convertible at a high desert junkyard.
I had my tripod all the way flat for this shot. I think I pretty much had myself all the way flat too.
An upward view of a towering tree captures the essence of life's journey, where each branching path represents choices, challenges, and growth. The climb to the highest branches reflects the ultimate spiritual pursuit—a testament to resilience, perseverance, and the beauty of striving toward the light.
வாழ்க்கைப் பாதை எங்கு போகிறது? இன்பமும் துன்பமும் இரு கரைகளா?
Happiness and sorrow are two banks in our life path.
Let us try to swim and land
HAVE A NICE SUN DAY MY DEAR FRIENDS!
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EXPLORE : Dec 30, 2007 # 430
(Highest position)
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Pursuing...
Make life not to be at a standstill
It is time to take chances on the life path
Looking for the aspiration
Hope and love
Or any other things to fullfill life
As life is like a bird
Life path
Just like the distance sky
Fly with all your might
Fly to the goal of your plight
As inspiration mind
Without pursuing
Like a winged-bird
But dare not to fly
Now...
Your destination is awaiting
Is it the right time
To the prime of your dream
I will always give power for you..Go to your dream...your destination..
" Kaeng KraChan" National Park, Phetchaburi Province,Thailand..
A few years ago I posted an image of a real photo postcard featuring an unknown man playing an extraordinarily complicated One-Man Music Machine (see below in Comments).
The photo was a mystery—I wasn't able to determine who the man was or what kind of contraption he was playing. Later I bought what I thought was a duplicate of the card and filed it away without inspecting it too closely.
More recently I was looking through a copy of Real Photo Postcards: Unbelievable Images from the Collection of Harvey Tulcensky (Princeton Architectural Press, 2005). To my surprise, there on page 97 of the book was the same man and machine, and on the back of Tulcensky's card was a handwritten description:
"Nelson's 32 piece one man band, took 35 years to build, has 6,000 ft. of rubber tubing, 50,000 parts, weighing 2,800 lbs. Albert Nelson, Buffalo, NY."
When I pulled out my two copies of the card to compare them with the one in the book, I realized that I had two similar but different photos. Both showed the man seated at the machine, but in the second one I purchased the man is looking to his right so that his face is visible in profile. The machine is configured differently, too. For one thing, in this photo the fan-shaped shield at the lower right has one belt coming out of it while the image I previously posted has two belts.
With the information from the book, I was able to identify the man as Albert Nelson (1884-1964), who was originally from Buffalo, Minnesota (not Buffalo, New York). He spent many years working on different versions of his machine—called The Nelsonian—and became famous when he was hired to play it at the Ripley's Believe It or Not Odditorium during the Chicago World's Fair in 1933.
A history of the man and his machine was published in 2006. Gary Albert Hukriede, Nelson's grand nephew, authored the book, The Mighty Nelsonian: The Story of Albert Nelson, Inventor of "The Nelsonian One-Man-Band," 32 Musical Instruments Played by One Man (Minneapolis, Minn.: LifePath Histories). Although Albert Nelson, who passed away in 1964, was the only person who could play and maintain the Nelsonian, his remarkable music machine is on display today at the Wright County Historical Society Heritage Center in Buffalo, Minnesota.
A Vintage Photos Theme Park photo for the theme of extraordinary (anything).