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Adjunto la música: Carnival of the animals "Arthur Fielder & The Boston Pops Orchestra"
Pulsar CTRL ♫♫ Carnival of the animals ♫♫
Se trata de una araña araneomorfa de color verde intenso que la ayuda a camuflarse perfectamente entre las hojas de la hierba, hábitat en el que suele encontrarse.
El macho apenas si alcanza el centímetro, mientras que la hembra puede llegar a medir casi el doble.A diferencia de otras arañas, no teje una tela, sino que captura sus presas acechándolas camuflada entre las hojas y lanzándose sobre ellas.
Trabajando un gusano su capullo, a la araña que tejía a toda prisa,
de esta suerte le habló con falsa risa, muy propia de su orgullo:
"¿Qué dice de mi tela, Don gusano?Esta mañana la empecé temprano,
y ya estará acabada a mediodía. Mire que sutil es, mire que bella..."
El gusano con sorna respondía: "¡Usted tiene razón, así sale ella!"
Moraleja: Juzguemos la calidad de una obra por el resultado obtenido y no por
la rapidez con que ella ha sido realizada,
pues las mas grandes obras suelen ser fruto de una largar paciencia.
Fábula de Tomás de Iriarte.La araña y el gusano de seda
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Last 1 month I didn't capture anything and Its been a long time that I didn't upload anything on my Flickr, Though still I am passing a very busy and stressful time but couldn't stop my self today to process and upload some from my archives. After upload feeling happy now :)
Camera: Canon EOS 500D
Lens: Sigma 10-20mm f/3.5 EX DC HSM
Location: London Eye, Westminster, London.
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The wonderful lightreflections from a mirror..... aaaamaaazing ;-))))) Could also be futuristic donuts....
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My love for Venice is immeasurable.
I help aspiring and established photographers get noticed so they can earn an income from photography or increase sales. My blog, Photographer’s Business Notebook is a wealth of information as is my Mark Paulda’s YouTube Channel. I also offer a variety of books, mentor services and online classes at Mark Paulda Photography Mentor
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Back in Toronto after spending few weeks in Europe (Vienna Austria, Georgia), had an absolutely awesome time and would like to share mini series photos of Khulo, Kazbegi and Shatili, Georgia.
The sense of exile bleeds inside me like a hemorrhage—it is always the same wound, whether it is a sense of sin, or of loneliness, or of one’s own insufficiency, or a spiritual dryness: they are all really the same, in the way we experience them. In fact, spiritual dryness is one of the most acute experiences of longing we can have—therefore, of love.
-Thomas Merton.
Enigma, diving
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|| View On Black || 1. Crossing, 2. Spiral & Soul ... Stairs to ..., 3. "Window" or "●", 4. "New Book" or "●" ||
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|| First Elegie || Wiki:Rainer Maria Rilke || Duino Elegies || Castle Duina-Aurisina || White Rose
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Sorry, I am surprised that triggers negative feelings this picture, I feel it not so !! :)
Staircase goes up ... to the window: positive and dynamic development .......
Window: Always a new perspective, something to see what you have not seen before .......
Cross: The connection between heaven and earth, sun and shadow, yin and yang .... our fear, doubt, believe, faith, moral concept .......................................
Book: Learning, ray of hope, positive change, spirit, mind, light .............................
R.
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The Second Elegy
Every Angel is terror. And yet,
ah, knowing you, I invoke you, almost deadly
birds of the soul. Where are the days of Tobias,
when one of the most radiant of you stood at the simple threshold,
disguised somewhat for the journey and already no longer awesome
(Like a youth, to the youth looking out curiously).
Let the Archangel now, the dangerous one, from behind the stars,
take a single step down and toward us: our own heart,
beating on high would beat us down. What are you?
Early successes, Creation’s favourite ones,
mountain-chains, ridges reddened by dawns
of all origin – pollen of flowering godhead,
junctions of light, corridors, stairs, thrones,
spaces of being, shields of bliss, tempests
of storm-filled, delighted feeling and, suddenly, solitary
mirrors: gathering their own out-streamed beauty
back into their faces again.
For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, we
breathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember,
yielding us fainter fragrance. Then someone may say to us:
‘Yes, you are in my blood, the room, the Spring-time
is filling with you’..... What use is that: they cannot hold us,
we vanish inside and around them. And those who are beautiful,
oh, who holds them back? Appearance, endlessly, stands up,
in their face, and goes by. Like dew from the morning grass,
what is ours rises from us, like the heat
from a dish that is warmed. O smile: where? O upward gaze:
new, warm, vanishing wave of the heart - :
oh, we are that. Does the cosmic space,
we dissolve into, taste of us then? Do the Angels
really only take back what is theirs, what has streamed out of them,
or is there sometimes, as if by an oversight, something
of our being, as well? Are we as mingled with their
features, as there is vagueness in the faces
of pregnant women? They do not see it in the swirling
return to themselves. (How should they see it?)
Lovers, if they knew how, might utter
strange things in night air. Since it seems
everything hides us. Look, trees exist; houses,
we live in, still stand. Only we
pass everything by, like an exchange of air.
And all is at one, in keeping us secret, half out of
shame perhaps, half out of inexpressible hope.
Lovers, each satisfied in the other, I ask
you about us. You grasp yourselves. Have you a sign?
Look, it happens to me, that at times my hands
become aware of each other, or that my worn face
hides itself in them. That gives me a slight
sensation. But who would dare to exist only for that?
You, though, who grow in the other’s delight
until, overwhelmed, they beg:
‘No more’ -: you, who under your hands
grow richer like vintage years of the vine:
who sometimes vanish, because the other
has so gained the ascendancy: I ask you of us. I know
you touch so blissfully because the caress withholds,
because the place you cover so tenderly
does not disappear: because beneath it you feel
pure duration. So that you promise eternity
almost, from the embrace. And yet, when you’ve endured
the first terrible glances, and the yearning at windows,
and the first walk together, just once, through the garden:
Lovers, are you the same? When you raise yourselves
one to another’s mouth, and hang there – sip against sip:
O, how strangely the drinker then escapes from their action.
Weren’t you amazed by the caution of human gesture
on Attic steles? Weren’t love and departure
laid so lightly on shoulders, they seemed to be made
of other matter than ours? Think of the hands
how they rest without weight, though there is power in the torso.
Those self-controlled ones know, through that: so much is ours,
this is us, to touch our own selves so: the gods
may bear down more heavily on us. But that is the gods’ affair.
If only we too could discover a pure, contained
human place, a strip of fruitful land of our own,
between river and stone! For our own heart exceeds us,
even as theirs did. And we can no longer
gaze after it into images, that soothe it, or into
godlike bodies, where it restrains itself more completely.
Die zweite Elegie
Jeder Engel ist schrecklich. Und dennoch, weh mir,
ansing ich euch, fast tödliche Vögel der Seele,
wissend um euch. Wohin sind die Tage Tobiae,
da der Strahlendsten einer stand an der einfachen Haustür,
zur Reise ein wenig verkleidet und schon nicht mehr furchtbar;
(Jüngling dem Jüngling, wie er neugierig hinaussah).
Träte der Erzengel jetzt, der gefährliche, hinter den Sternen
eines Schrittes nur nieder und herwärts:
hochaufschlagend erschlüg uns das eigene Herz. Wer seid ihr?
Frühe Geglückte, ihr Verwöhnten der Schöpfung,
Höhenzüge, morgenrötliche Grate
aller Erschaffung, – Pollen der blühenden Gottheit,
Gelenke des Lichtes, Gänge, Treppen, Throne,
Räume aus Wesen, Schilde aus Wonne, Tumulte
stürmisch entzückten Gefühls und plötzlich, einzeln,
Spiegel: die die entströmte eigene Schönheit
wiederschöpfen zurück in das eigene Antlitz.
Denn wir, wo wir fühlen, verflüchtigen; ach wir
atmen uns aus und dahin; von Holzglut zu Holzglut
geben wir schwächern Geruch. Da sagt uns wohl einer:
ja, du gehst mir ins Blut, dieses Zimmer, der Frühling
[690] füllt sich mit dir... Was hilfts, er kann uns nicht halten,
wir schwinden in ihm und um ihn. Und jene, die schön sind,
o wer hält sie zurück? Unaufhörlich steht Anschein
auf in ihrem Gesicht und geht fort. Wie Tau von dem Frühgras
hebt sich das Unsre von uns, wie die Hitze von einem
heißen Gericht. O Lächeln, wohin? O Aufschaun:
neue, warme, entgehende Welle des Herzens –;
weh mir: wir sinds doch. Schmeckt denn der Weltraum,
in den wir uns lösen, nach uns? Fangen die Engel
wirklich nur Ihriges auf, ihnen Entströmtes,
oder ist manchmal, wie aus Versehen, ein wenig
unseres Wesens dabei? Sind wir in ihre
Züge soviel nur gemischt wie das Vage in die Gesichter
schwangerer Frauen? Sie merken es nicht in dem Wirbel
ihrer Rückkehr zu sich. (Wie sollten sie's merken.)
Liebende könnten, verstünden sie's, in der Nachtluft
wunderlich reden. Denn es scheint, daß uns alles
verheimlicht. Siehe, die Bäume sind; die Häuser,
die wir bewohnen, bestehn noch. Wir nur
ziehen allem vorbei wie ein luftiger Austausch.
Und alles ist einig, uns zu verschweigen, halb als
Schande vielleicht und halb als unsägliche Hoffnung.
[691] Liebende, euch, ihr in einander Genügten,
frag ich nach uns. Ihr greift euch. Habt ihr Beweise?
Seht, mir geschiehts, daß meine Hände einander
inne werden oder daß mein gebrauchtes
Gesicht in ihnen sich schont. Das giebt mir ein wenig
Empfindung. Doch wer wagte darum schon zu sein?
Ihr aber, die ihr im Entzücken des anderen
zunehmt, bis er euch überwältigt
anfleht: nicht mehr –; die ihr unter den Händen
euch reichlicher werdet wie Traubenjahre;
die ihr manchmal vergeht, nur weil der andre
ganz überhand nimmt: euch frag ich nach uns. Ich weiß,
ihr berührt euch so selig, weil die Liebkosung verhält,
weil die Stelle nicht schwindet, die ihr, Zärtliche,
zudeckt; weil ihr darunter das reine
Dauern verspürt. So versprecht ihr euch Ewigkeit fast
von der Umarmung. Und doch, wenn ihr der ersten
Blicke Schrecken besteht und die Sehnsucht am Fenster,
und den ersten gemeinsamen Gang, ein Mal durch den Garten:
Liebende, seid ihrs dann noch? Wenn ihr einer dem andern
euch an den Mund hebt und ansetzt –: Getränk an Getränk:
o wie entgeht dann der Trinkende seltsam der Handlung.
Erstaunte euch nicht auf attischen Stelen die Vorsicht
menschlicher Geste? war nicht Liebe und Abschied
so leicht auf die Schultern gelegt, als wär es aus anderm
Stoffe gemacht als bei uns? Gedenkt euch der Hände,
wie sie drucklos beruhen, obwohl in den Torsen die Kraft steht.
Diese Beherrschten wußten damit: so weit sind wirs,
dieses ist unser, uns so zu berühren; stärker
stemmen die Götter uns an. Doch dies ist Sache der Götter.
Fänden auch wir ein reines, verhaltenes, schmales
Menschliches, einen unseren Streifen Fruchtlands
zwischen Strom und Gestein. Denn das eigene Herz übersteigt uns
noch immer wie jene. Und wir können ihm nicht mehr
nachschaun in Bilder, die es besänftigen, noch in
göttliche Körper, in denen es größer sich mäßigt.
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Source:Rainer Maria Rilke: Sämtliche Werke. Band 1–6, Band 1, Wiesbaden und Frankfurt a.M. 1955–1966, S. 685-689.
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Duino Elegies
From the possession of the Princess
Marie von Thurn und Taxis-Hohenlohe
(1912/1922)
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My love for Venice is immeasurable.
I help aspiring and established photographers get noticed so they can earn an income from photography or increase sales. My blog, Photographer’s Business Notebook is a wealth of information as is my Mark Paulda’s YouTube Channel. I also offer a variety of books, mentor services and online classes at Mark Paulda Photography Mentor
All images are available as Museum Quality Photographic Prints and Commercial Licensing. Feel free to contact me with any and all inquiries.
Follow My Once In A Lifetime Travel Experiences at Mark Paulda’s Travel Journal
My love for Venice is immeasurable.
I help aspiring and established photographers get noticed so they can earn an income from photography or increase sales. My blog, Photographer’s Business Notebook is a wealth of information as is my Mark Paulda’s YouTube Channel. I also offer a variety of books, mentor services and online classes at Mark Paulda Photography Mentor
All images are available as Museum Quality Photographic Prints and Commercial Licensing. Feel free to contact me with any and all inquiries.
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A portrait series exploring the feeling of dysphoria. Disconnection between the self and the reflection, between presence and perception.
Photos by MoudBarthez.
Model's ig: @Maariaaan. Helsinki, Winter 2025.
this is perfect setting, just when the sun disappeared in the horizon a club car started heading my way making almost a sun setting like effect! enjoy!
A rain-soaked walkway stretches into the night, illuminated by a string of soft lights that dissolve into the darkness ahead. Shot low to the ground, the wet stone pavement becomes a mirror—capturing fractured reflections of light, railings, and sky.
The monochrome treatment strips the scene back to texture, contrast, and mood, turning an everyday path into a quiet moment of introspection. The reflections invite the eye forward, suggesting both movement and stillness—an empty route that feels contemplative rather than lonely.
This image explores how light, water, and perspective can transform a familiar space into something cinematic and reflective, where the journey matters as much as the destination.
184/366 - 2008
This photograph is part of the Synchronized Synchronicity project that my friend Dagmar and I are incorporating into our 366 sets, where we alternate calling the theme for each Wednesday's entry.
The assignment for this week is "time".
Back in Toronto after spending few weeks in Europe (Vienna Austria, Georgia), had an absolutely awesome time and would like to share mini series photos of Khulo, Kazbegi and Shatili, Georgia.
Quality prints, greeting cards and products can be purchased at >> kaye-menner.pixels.com/featured/sydney-harbour-bridge-pen...
A digital pencil sketch rendition of my color photo image, Colorful Sydney Harbour Bridge by Night which is also available for sale.
Photo information: Night photography (using long exposure) of the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Sydney Harbour reflections.
My love for Venice is immeasurable.
I help aspiring and established photographers get noticed so they can earn an income from photography or increase sales. My blog, Photographer’s Business Notebook is a wealth of information as is my Mark Paulda’s YouTube Channel. I also offer a variety of books, mentor services and online classes at Mark Paulda Photography Mentor
All images are available as Museum Quality Photographic Prints and Commercial Licensing. Feel free to contact me with any and all inquiries.
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My love for Venice is immeasurable.
I help aspiring and established photographers get noticed so they can earn an income from photography or increase sales. My blog, Photographer’s Business Notebook is a wealth of information as is my Mark Paulda’s YouTube Channel. I also offer a variety of books, mentor services and online classes at Mark Paulda Photography Mentor
All images are available as Museum Quality Photographic Prints and Commercial Licensing. Feel free to contact me with any and all inquiries.
Follow My Once In A Lifetime Travel Experiences at Mark Paulda’s Travel Journal
Adjunto una formidable composición de uno de los músicos más virtuosos con el saxo; Jan Garbarek
Pulsar CTRL al mismo tiempo. ♫♫ in praise of dreams ♫♫
Este ejemplar de saltamontes, puede ser el protagonista de una de las fábulas más conocidas de Esopo, y que adaptaron otros fabulistas como La Fontaine y Samaniego. LA CIGARRA Y LA HORMIGA.
A lo largo del verano la cigarra no se dedicó a otro oficio más que cantar y estar tumbada al sol, contemplando cómo la hormiga pasaba cargada de hojas y granos de cereal.
Llegó el invierno, y la cigarra temblando de frío y hambrienta, se acercó a la hormiga mendigando alimento. A lo que ésta respondió, según los versos de Samaniego: “¡Yo prestar lo que gano con un trabajo inmenso!. Dime, pues, holgazana, ¿qué has hecho en el buen tiempo?... “Yo, dijo la cigarra, a todo pasajero cantaba alegremente, sin cesar ni un momento”
Y dijo la hormiga: “¡Hala! ¿Con que cantabas cuando yo andaba al remo?. Pues ahora, que yo como, baila, pese a tu cuerpo”.
Ver vídeo de la ruta de senderismo de ese día: www.youtube.com/watch?v=RA829jbMihk&list=UUn_FRdMLWzj...
This copy of grasshoppers can be the star of one of the most popular fables of Aesop, and other fabulists adapted as La Fontaine and Samaniego. CICADA AND THE ANT.
Throughout the summer the cicada is not dedicated to another office but sing and be lying in the sun, watching the ant went laden leaves and cereal grains.
Winter came, and the grasshopper shivering and hungry, approached the ant begging food. To which she responded, according to verses of Samaniego: "I pay my income with a huge job!. Tell me, then, lazy, what have you done in good weather? ... "I said the grasshopper, all passenger sang cheerfully, without ceasing for a moment"
And the ant said: "Hala! How you sang when I was walking to rowing?. For now, I eat, dance, despite your body. "
The moral is clear.
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A red light was visible in one of the windows of an apartment on our walk today. The leaves were almost completely off the trees and it was a bitter cold day outside.
This was just one of many huge trees decorated with Christmas ornaments for the holidays at the Pacific Centre in downtown Vancouver, BC.
Interpretation: Play with light.
Interpretatie: Speling met licht.
Interpretation: Play with light.
Interpretation: Spielen Sie mit Licht.
Tiffany under the Christmas tree with her trumpet ♫♫♫♫.
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Wikipedia: Momento mori || ♫ Gnossienne No. 1 - Eric Satie ♫