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“el dialelo”, “le cercle vicieux”, "a dog chasing its tail", ...
paradoja dónde la causa se confunde con el efecto, más se convierte en consecuencia.
“Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Processed another batch of photos from the lovely Oak View County park here in Raleigh... revisiting some of my most cherished days before I move.
Love Is a Metaphor
99 Metaphors of Love
By Richard Nordquist, About.com Guide
79. A Crocodile
Love is a crocodile in the river of desire.
(Bhartṛhari, Śatakatraya, 5th century)
Bastet retreated to the "Nubian Desert" in southern Egypt, angry with his father "Ra", where he turned into a lion. After Ra forgave her daughter Bastet, she recalled her to Egypt. The lion-looking Bastet transformed into a cat by bathing in the water of the Nile.
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This is a painting by John Harrington from www.artsforge.com/visionforge/brycelander/subgallery/hope....
This image is symbolic of "Where the River Meets the Sea". To me this saying describes the tools needed to search the internet. You begin with a whole load of information (the ocean) and then have the opportunity to branch off in a number of directions (rivers). If you are not careful though, the current will take you to places you don't want to be.
2010-05-25, acrylic and collage in my Art Journal. Inspired by Jeannine's class Mining the metaphor and the prompt "Map your heart".
This is the pier which extends from Urungan, Hervey Bay, in Queensland.
Wikipedia has some detailed history of the pier
I have shared this house with you before; I still don't know anything else about it, but I'm determined to find out sooner or later! I am bugging some of the best minds in Columbus on this topic, and I hope we will soon have an answer. (It's not in either Samuelson or the AIA Guide, nor the Delaney Codex for that matter.)
But it's still great! It happened that as I approached it on the lower street, two locals out for a scenic autumn walk were pausing in front of it. "Isn't this the best house on the block?!" I enthused. "We were just saying how we thought it was our least favorite..."
Maybe this is another one that demands an architectural education before it will absorb human love. I did my best to sell them on the house's considerable charms: how fun would it be to park your car and cross a drawbridge when you come home? What a fine way to leave the cares of the day behind! And then as you descend into your shelter cave, you discover (to your enduring surprise) that it's actually a tower with a commanding view of the ravine! Fun!
They didn't like the concrete blocks; I conceded that they weren't for everyone, but that it's neat to see someone take a kind of low-grade material and turn it into the stuff of a castle. Drawbridge... big blocky tower... you know? They got into the spirit of it and pointed out that it even has something of a "moat" - a bit of creek running along the bottom of the ravine. Yeah! Yeah! And then this gutter thing - - a bit overscaled for a house, but just the right size for pouring hot oil on the barbarians. My new acquaintances allowed that maybe the house wasn't so bad; I bid them enjoy the nice weather and set to photographing.
Most of the other houses overlooking Walhalla are, as you'd expect, comforting historical pastiches that look far more convincingly like a castle. Frankly, it's probably somewhat misguided to apply such stark metaphors to this thing, which might well have been conceived in purely abstract compositional terms: it's just two cubic masses, you postmodernist goofball! The gutter might just be a bit of industrial shed stuff, to go with the concrete blocks. I like my answer better, but there's no reason why it can't be both.
Tonight, we have a short but completely awesome magnetic poem, sticking to the side of a little silver Ikea drawer unit in my basement office. Above it, you can see a cheap Bodhisattva statue I picked up at some New Age store in Albuquerque, a cheap silver architect's lamp, and a little stack of books and notebooks.
The text reads:
brilliant opaque moon
chaos dream garden
you started out
a page in system book
a tiny insect murmur
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Looking back towards the same woman on the same balcony. I've converted it to monochrome here as the colourful washing on the line was competing for attention, The person is still a bit lost in the frame but then maybe thats a metaphor for the individual being lost within the 'city' (he says post-rationalisation kind of way).
Some metaphors people use in life gain a whole new meaning when one gets into cycling.
Normally, one would perceive a statement like "It's only down hill from here", as a negative prospective about the future.
However, the soul is filled with joy when you hear such statement after climbing a challenging mountain.
She loves me, She loves me not.
Loves me loves me loves me loves me
Doesnt Doesnt Doesnt
Thank God I dont do that petal thing or this bulb thing to decide if I'm liked by someone.
Photo as metaphor.
Convergent paths. As a wedding joins families, these paths join centuries. On the left is a limestone path from the 19th-century. On the right is a late 20th-century concrete path.
I happened upon this wedding party as they were having photos taken in the park across the street from First Congregational church in Beloit. I decided it might be fun to take pictures of them having their pictures taken.
With digital cameras never be afraid to take lots and lots of photos! You never know what you're likely to find when reviewing stuff on the PC later.
I've always seen everything around me like a metaphor for adventure. I've been chased by that feeling since I had memories to remember, finding the joy in that state of mind, no matter how well-trod a path I'm taking. I've got nothing against mountain climbing and sailing oceans, but everything everywhere has already been discovered. So I find it again, wide-eyed wonder at what's forgotten, walking wherever I have someplace to myself. You can still be an explorer with humanity all around you. Since I first knew Susy, she woke that up in me, offered a reminder to capture an experience with no waning energy. In the years before her hip surgery, these stairs could've been halfway to Everest. Insurmountable emotion, the same kind of elation at the sill of a staircase like the lip of a cliff. I'm hanging on with all my heart, to the kind of personality that gives any day meaning. I never take gravity for granted.
December 29, 2019
St. Charles, Illinois
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April 27: Went to the gym this morning with Annie, and she gave me a bagful of lemons, which I put in my mother's Iittala glass bowl, which I stumbled upon yesterday while cleaning up for our housecleaner, who is a godsend. The bowl is sitting in the soft light of an overcast day, glowing and beautiful. Not sure what to do with the lemons. Any suggestions?
(I also have some Iittala glasses--which I just learned from the Iittala website are called Ultima Thule and contributed to the company's international breakthrough. Which means I contributed to that breakthrough too, since I bought those glasses in 1970, shortly after the line was launched. They still make them, forty years on. Kinda amazing.)
A metaphor expresses the unfamiliar in terms of the familiar. Do you hear the conversation? Have a wonderful coming weekend my good friends! Regards.
We have to think about possible methaphors for the Introduction to E-Learning course. This is a list of some of those proposed. After much discussion some have been rejected and they are crossed out.
What’s left of the fourth to last sunset of 2017 glistens off the sides of an elephant-style D9-44CW and ES44DC tandem that take a modest 82-car 33K-28 west towards a darkening horizon as day turns to dusk in Northern New Jersey along Conrail’s Lehigh Line. This would be the final subject I would photograph in the year 2017. A thought provoking metaphor bridging the gap between this year and next, or just a fitting sendoff aimed towards the west?
NS 33K-28
“Cranford Junction”
Cranford, New Jersey
CRCX Lehigh Line (MP 17.9)
Thursday, December 28th, 2017