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Wartown Crew Hoodlums from Warrington VA, BMX at the Navy Memorial, NW, Washington DC on Sunday afternoon, 3 October 2004 by Elvert Barnes Photography
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On Sundays and Saturdays it is not uncommon for me to take a walk from my apartment to Dupont Circle and back again. Capturing scenarios along the way.
When I'd began in 1992 I was living on 15th Street in SE WDC. Then, in 1993, when I moved to Scott Circle, which is just blocks from Dupont Circle, it became even more of a ritual. And, as a result, I now have an interesting collection of "Dupont Circle, Over the Years" images. In 1997 I'd move back to Capitol Hill in NE on Constitution Avenue and would continue the ritual of walking across town, usually to Dupont Circle, and then back again.
In November 2001 I'd move to SW which is where I now live and would resume the ritual in the spring of 2002. Since, over the years, since I've captured skateboarders in Freedom Plaza it has caught my attention, in recent months, that there are more bmx's in the city. And not only in Freedom Plaza.
On Sunday, 3 October 2004, two days before my 51st birthday, during my Sunday walk and as I headed back home from Dupont Cirlce I'd happen upon a group of young white males in the Navy Memorial 'bmx'ing.
Which before I'd ask what they called it I did know the term was 'bmxing'. I mention the fact that they were 'young white boys' because that is often the case. Even though WDC is known as 'Chocolate City' black males have never had the freedom that white males do.
Whether it is bmxing, skateboarding, roller hockey at the White House or rugby on the Ellipse. And while, of course, there are exceptions to the rule, for the most part, in 2005, it is just as much the case now as it 'ever was'.
I say this because if I were to play roller hockey, bmx, skateboarding or whatever and as is true with me and photography I'd be one of the few black males that you'd see every weekend engaging and assimilating with the 'white folks' who I'd regard as my friends and/or colleagues.
And folks including my white friends would react to me, as a black man, the same way as they now do ... and have done ... towards me and my photography. In recent weeks I've observed many photographers from around the world and, of course, in WDC who photograph with the same passion and similar interests and focus as do I who post and upload to Flicker. And if you look at my photos from years ago ... I have done the exact same thing as they do.
And having captured Washington DC for the past decade on Sunday and Saturday afternoons as well as through protest photography nothing is more obvious to me than the freedom that young white males have, experience, and are afforded. Which is in sharp to my experience as a 51 year old gay black man.
Who, since grade school in the 60's have practiced integration, assimilated and associated with whites. And, in case you, there is some misunderstanding in what I mean when I say 'integrate and assimilate' to put it in more simpler terms many of those with whom I have had sexual relatationships have been white males. As far backs as junior high school.
Not only have we slept and partied together. But we've also travelled and lived together.
And as I'd snap this series of pictures of a group of young white boys bmxing at the Navy Memorial in WDC, in October 2004, I'd reflect on the fact that this group of 'young white boys' may would have been amongst my friends ... had they been born 50 years ago.
And just as it was the case on 3 October 2004, two days before my 51st birthday, I may would have been one of if not the only black guy amongst the crowd. And, of course, treated just the opposite as they.
If only I had known then what I know now.
Can anyone please make my Lori Novo beautiful for that day?
Dear friends, I had removed this picture from my Flickr stream earlier. I had been informed that someone had gotten in trouble for the pile-up she had done for me which made me feel terribly sadden since I never imagined that could happen.
A misunderstanding, she didn't get banned from Flickr as I understood, but from a Flickr group she had added the picture to. As I understand now, some Flickr groups do not allow that.
I am sadden for her getting in trouble for my pic and also for having lost all the beautiful wishes and comments you all had left me before. They truly made me smile...
Hugs! <3
Blog Post
dedicated to my soulbrother :-)*
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Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.
Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism: they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings. Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet ~
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The vision of the center of this mandala beleaguered me in the same night when I completed Kabeirô – and I even was told its name: Worlds within Worlds.
Instantly, I sensed a profound aversion to both the image and the name, and for about one week, I refused to start with the work on the mosaic.
Then, one sleepless night, I had another vision which was very weird: before I saw anything, I had the sensation that my body was a tremendous, overdimensioned black sphere which had a very small white sphere in its midpoint; not till then, I saw the image of the black sphere, but somehow two-dimensional (onyl the small white sphere in the center was three-dimensional), but I knew that my body – more precisely: my whole self – and the image were one and the same, and that something with it was quite wrong.
Then, after some frightening minutes or hours (I really don't know), another image arose: a white sphere, much smaller than the black one, and with a small black sphere in its middle. This white sphere was outside of my body, I only could see but not sense it, and the feeling of something quite wrong got stronger, and very scary.
The third image which arose after another frightening minutes or hours, was exactly the same I already had seen after I had completed Kabeirô: Taigitu, the symbol of life itself as well as the symbol of the polarity which forms the basis of everything in this wonderful and appalling world.
Not until then, when Taigitu arose, I understood what was wrong with the first two images: the black and the white sphere were meant to compose ONE sphere: a complete whole INSIDE myself.
On the following day, I started working on the mosaic, for I was completely aware of the NECESSITY of creating it. I just had one wish: that I was allowed to find a second name for the mandala which was concordant with my longing for staying integrated in the world of Greek mythology.
I worked on the mosaic from sunrise to sunset, and late in the night, I finally got to know the name I could welcome from the bottom of my heart: Kybele.
Kybele (English: Cybele), the great God mother of the mountain Ida (Latin: Magna Mater), was a goddess who originally was deified in Phrygien, together with her lover Attis, and later also in ancient Greece and the Roman Empire. The cult of Kybele and Attis was – similar as the cult of Mithras – a widespread mystery cult up to the Late Classic Period. The whole legend concerns apparently the gender dualism; it explains the origin of the world by an interaction of the male and the female element of the universe: the heavenly Attis must inseminate the mother earth Kybele with its blood so that the world can arise.
The mandala is not yet completed; I suppose that it's going to be quite huge and that I'll work on it for a couple of weeks, but I don't know definitely... – well, we will see. ;-)
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Cinematic toy photography, captured with a 2x anamorphic lens combined with a 100mm macro prime, for a dual focus setup. My minifigure is using Crazy Arms from Crazy Bricks
Prints available via my website, www.tommilton.co.uk
The history of mankind is the story of their misunderstandings with God, neither he understands us, nor we understand him.
Josè Saramago
(Recycled pic)
It was in the early stages of Show and Tell “Old Rock Collection" edition that Prudence realized there had been a misunderstanding...
Bello Honesto Emigrato Australia Marries Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing her identity. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
Amedeo committed and dreamy at his work
life scenes
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For the challenge, WEEK#201 Portrait (of someone, anyone) or a Selfie (a self portrait).
I think I was not very clear in the description of the challenge; even our frequent portrait contributors have not posted portrait photos thinking the challenge was only for selfies. I do hope this will clear the smoke and we will soon see more participants taking up the challenge.
This is a photo of my lovely French daughter-in-law. It was taken for the "Frame in Frame" project a couple of years ago when I posted another photo of hers, with a head scarf, from the same sessions. Since I wanted to clear the possible misunderstanding asap, I had to go to the shoebox and thought this lovely face could help me make my point.
Processed in LR, PS and Silver Efex Pro for global and local adjustments and final touches, respectively.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citrine_wagtail
The citrine wagtail (Motacilla citreola) is a small songbird in the family Motacillidae.
Etymology
The term citrine refers to its yellowish colouration.
Taxonomy
Its systematics, phylogeny and taxonomy are subject of considerable debate in the early 21st century. This is because this bird forms a cryptic species complex with the eastern (M. tschutschensis ) and western yellow wagtail (M. flava). Which of the many taxa in this group should properly refer to which population is unlikely to be resolved in the immediate future.[2]
Motacilla is the Latin name for the pied wagtail; although actually a diminutive of motare, " to move about", from medieval times it led to the misunderstanding of cilla as "tail". The specific citreola is Latin for "lemon yellow".[3]
Description
It is a slender, 15.5–17 cm long bird, with the long, constantly wagging tail characteristic of the genus Motacilla. The adult male in breeding plumage is basically grey or black above, with white on the remiges, and bright yellow below and on the entire head except for the black nape. In winter plumage, its yellow underparts may be diluted by white, and the head is brownish with a yellowish supercilium. Females look generally like washed-out versions of males in winter plumage.
Distribution
This species breeds in north central Asia in wet meadows and tundra. It migrates in winter to South Asia, often to highland areas. Its range is expanding westwards, and it is a rare but increasing vagrant to western Europe. Vagrants seem to extend the migration rather than straying en route; in Bhutan for example, though along one of the species' migration flyways, the citrine wagtail has been recorded as an extremely rare passer-by rather than staying even for a few days or weeks.[4]
Ecology
It is an insectivorous bird of open country near water, such as wet meadows and bogs, and nests on the ground, laying 4–5 speckled eggs.
Excerpt from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ry%C5%8Dan-ji:
Ryōan-ji (Shinjitai: 竜安寺, Kyūjitai: 龍安寺, The Temple of the Dragon at Peace) is a Zen temple located in northwest Kyoto, Japan. It belongs to the Myōshin-ji school of the Rinzai branch of Zen Buddhism. The Ryōan-ji garden is considered one of the finest surviving examples of kare-sansui ("dry landscape"), a refined type of Japanese Zen temple garden design generally featuring distinctive larger rock formations arranged amidst a sweep of smooth pebbles (small, carefully selected polished river rocks) raked into linear patterns that facilitate meditation. The temple and its gardens are listed as one of the Historic Monuments of Ancient Kyoto, and as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
The temple's name is synonymous with the temple's famous Zen garden, the karesansui (dry landscape) rock garden, thought to have been built in the late 15th century.
The garden is a rectangle of 248 square meters (2,670 square feet), twenty-five meters by ten meters. Placed within it are fifteen stones of different sizes, carefully composed in five groups; one group of five stones, two groups of three, and two groups of two stones. The stones are surrounded by white gravel, which is carefully raked each day by the monks. The only vegetation in the garden is some moss around the stones.
The garden is meant to be viewed from a seated position on the veranda of the hōjō, the residence of the abbot of the monastery. The stones are placed so that the entire composition cannot be seen at once from the veranda.
The wall behind the garden is an important element of the garden. It is made of clay, which has been stained by age with subtle brown and orange tones. In 1977, the tile roof of the wall was restored with tree bark to its original appearance. When the garden was rebuilt in 1799, it came up higher than before and a view over the wall to the mountain scenery behind came about. At present this view is blocked by trees.
The garden had particular significance for the composer John Cage, who composed a series of works and made visual art works based on it.
Like any work of art, the artistic garden of Ryōan-ji is also open to interpretation or research into possible meanings. Many different theories have been put forward inside and outside Japan about what the garden is supposed to represent, from islands in a stream, a tiger family crossing a river, mountain peaks, to theories about secrets of geometry or the rules of equilibrium of odd numbers. Garden historian Gunter Nitschke wrote: "The garden at Ryōan-ji does not symbolize anything, or more precisely, to avoid any misunderstanding, the garden of Ryōan-ji does not symbolize, nor does it have the value of reproducing a natural beauty that one can find in the real or mythical world. I consider it to be an abstract composition of 'natural' objects in space, a composition whose function is to incite meditation."
"Dad did you seriously try to head butt me?!!" The little guy surprised his dad by approaching him from behind with the intent on joining him on his bush snack when the dad rather suddenly and violently charged the little guy with head down. Upon reaching a safe distance after a quick escape the kid turned around and gave Dad this look. He did rejoin his dad at the dinner table shortly after. Just a minor misunderstanding.
When "Lights Out" sounds, be sure to wear
some white or sparkling gear
So folks can spot you in the dark
in case they're drawing near
Your Observation of these points
should help in every way
And that reminds me why I'm here...
the Boss wants me to say...
Greetings and Best Wishes!
The interior, folded out to reveal a final poster-sized illustration that was quite a project to scan and composite. This is scanned from a really neat fold-out WWII-era Christmas season pamphlet. It advises those on the homefront how to behave during blackouts and enemy attacks. And to better avoid any misunderstandings, it uses the universal language of pinup girls!
The demure lass on the left...
Your Pet should be upon a leash
if blackouts come your way.
Just comfort it beside you
so it's not inclined to stray
And the incendiary bombshell on the right...
To tame Incendiary Bombs
it takes a lot of sand
You'll find it pays to always have
a good supply on hand.
Second of four images scanned from a really neat, fold-out, Holiday season pamphlet from WWII. It advises those on the homefront how to behave during blackouts and enemy attacks. And to better avoid any misunderstandings, it uses the universal language of pinup girls!
There is always dark side, there are gray areas of our lives, there are worries, doubts, misunderstandings....
But not today!
Thanks everyone, thanks for all the votes,comments, visits, support, laughs, emails,understanding, misunderstanding, compliments, critics, invites, nominations, wishes, requests, etc,..
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Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me ~ John Lennon
Exposure...
is a risk
if you're susceptable
to chills
First Aid advises
warmth for shock...
not medicine or pills.
Third of four images scanned from a really neat, fold-out, Holiday season pamphlet from WWII. It advises those on the homefront how to behave during blackouts and enemy attacks. And to better avoid any misunderstandings, it uses the universal language of pinup girls!
Io, loro e Lara is a 2010 film directed by and starring Carlo Verdone.
The film was dedicated to Verdone's father, Mario, who died during
the making of the film.
Plot: Carlo Mascolo is a priest on a mission in Africa. Following a profound spiritual crisis, the priest decides to return to Rome, where the rest of his family lives, with the idea of taking a break to reflect and find clarity within himself.
However, when Carlo arrives home, he is overwhelmed by his family's problems: his elderly father Alberto has married the young Moldovan caregiver Olga, much to the disappointment of his siblings Luigi and Beatrice, who fear for their inheritance. Carlo also has doubts about his parent's choice, but everything changes with the sudden death of his stepmother.
The situation takes an unexpected turn with the arrival of Lara, the deceased's daughter: Alberto—now a widower and desperate—demands that the girl live in the family home for a while, where she shares a room with the priest. Initially, a good relationship develops between the two, but it strains when Carlo discovers that the young woman is leading a double life. But this is only the beginning of a long series of misunderstandings...
Lara notices the priest's presence and, enraged, confronts him,
explaining that reality is far from what it seems: she is desperately trying to gain custody of her own son, but the social worker is unwilling to grant it until Lara provides the necessary guarantees.
Life scenes................
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I had many shots of the famous Solfar sculpture in Reykjavik I wanted to take before my trip to Iceland. I normally have good luck on these trips but this time round thanks to very Icelandic weather I had to make do with this 1600 ISO dusk shot taken on our last evening during a short gap in a snowstorm.
I guess at least it's different than other shots I've seen before........
More Iceland shots here : www.flickr.com/photos/darrellg/sets/72157650886963062
From Wikipedia : "It is a common misunderstanding that Sun Voyager is a Viking ship. It is quite understandable that many tourists think like this when travelling in Iceland, the land of the sagas. Nonetheless, it should be stressed that this was not the original intention.
Jón Gunnar was himself very ill with leukaemia at the time that the full-scale Sun Voyager came to be constructed, and he died in April 1989, a year before it was placed in its present location. Some people have thus suggested that Jón Gunnar conceived the work during this period, at a time when he might have been preoccupied with death, and argued that Sun Voyager should be seen as a vessel that transports souls to the realm of death. While this is a nice idea and might be imagined to have some validity, it actually has little truth (at least from the point of view of the artist). As noted above, Sun Voyager was essentially envisaged as being a dreamboat, an ode to the sun symbolizing light and hope."
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Everything turned out okay! I got an e-mail from my professor saying there had been a misunderstanding and that I'll be able to take the class, which means I won't be forced to spend an entire extra semester in college! I've also been trying to work out a money-saving plan and it looks like I've finally worked all that out too. I have work in an hour, better go get ready!
So how has everyone been??
xx
龙，I use Loong in English here, the accent is as same as long.I don't use dragon to express this fetish.You know.龙 ，Loong is Chinese totem,In Chinese traditional culture,Loong is full of grace and power,It can bring good luck and happiness to the people.In ancient time ,the emperors kept Loong as their private fortune.the folks was forbidden to use anything that related to Loong.The emperors called themself as the sons of the Loong.It means he had blue blood.As time goes by,Loong becomes Chinese symbol against.It symbolizes the indonitable manhood that stays in the cockles of the heart.
It is different to dragon.
In western culture, dragon is the aggresive beast,It has a long neck and two wings,and dragon is the evil in Bible .But Loong doesn't have wings ,they are not the same animal.Maybe there is some misunderstanding between different culture backgrounds.
It took me too long to understand that no matter how much I explain my side, some people will twist it to fit their narrative. I used to pour my heart out, desperately hoping they’d see the truth, but I’ve learned the hard way—if someone truly wanted to understand, they wouldn’t make me beg for it.
If you’ve already decided I’m the villain in your story, fine. I’m not going to keep bending over backwards trying to prove I’m good enough, worthy enough, or innocent enough. The truth is, the more I explain, the more power I give to someone who doesn’t want to hear it.
Let them believe what they want.
Let them say it was all my fault.
Let them stay stuck in their version of events.
LET. THEM.
I won’t defend myself anymore. Because I’ve realized something crucial—explaining myself over and over doesn’t bring peace. It only exhausts me. It only reinforces their narrative, because if they really cared to understand, they would’ve listened the first time.
I’m reclaiming my energy. I’m walking away from the endless loop of justification and debate. I deserve connections where I don’t have to fight for my truth to be seen.
If my silence makes you uncomfortable, then be uncomfortable.
If my choice not to explain feels like defeat to you, that’s on you.
I’m no longer concerned with trying to win a battle I never agreed to fight.
I’m done begging to be understood.
I’m done begging for kindness, respect, and empathy that should’ve been given freely.
I’m done putting myself on trial in a court that was never fair to begin with.
I'M. DONE.
The only explanation I owe is to myself: that I choose peace over their noise.
I choose to move on without the weight of constantly trying to be heard by people who are committed to misunderstanding me.
Let them think what they want.
LET. THEM. GO.
I will not explain myself again.
Because, honestly, I don’t need to.
Words © Amanda Weston
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing herself. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
the journey is long and includes various stops
life scenes
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Io, loro e Lara is a 2010 film directed by and starring Carlo Verdone.
The film was dedicated to Verdone's father, Mario, who died during
the making of the film.
Plot: Carlo Mascolo is a priest on a mission in Africa. Following a profound spiritual crisis, the priest decides to return to Rome, where the rest of his family lives, with the idea of taking a break to reflect and find clarity.
However, when Carlo arrives home, he is overwhelmed by his family's problems: his elderly father Alberto has married the young Moldovan caregiver Olga, much to the disappointment of his siblings Luigi and Beatrice, who fear for their inheritance. Carlo also has doubts about his parent's choice, but everything changes with the sudden death of his stepmother.
The situation takes an unexpected turn with the arrival of Lara, the deceased's daughter: Alberto—now a widower and desperate—demands that the girl live in the family home for a while, where she cohabits with the priest. Initially, a good relationship develops between the two, but it strains when Carlo discovers that the young woman is leading a double life. But it's only the beginning of a long series of misunderstandings...
The priest, reconciled with his family and his faith, returns to Africa.
Life scenes................
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To the day. No one had heard of social distancing then . . .
Mother Ivey’s Bay takes its name from the legend of Mother Ivy who was a local white witch who cursed a local family. It lies just around the coast from Harlyn Bay. Cushioned from the wind by the Merope Rocks.
Mother Ivey was a white witch living at the back of Trevose Head, the other side of the headland to Harlyn Bay. A vocal member of the community, Ivey tried to sort out any trials or misunderstandings as best she could. She used her charms and spells for righting harm and wrongs and was very seldom angry. One man who lived in Harlyn tried Mother Ivey’s kindness. Bad idea to try a witch, even a white one.
In those days Harlyn's wealth was in silver, the silver of pilchards caught and salted and sent to Italy for Catholic folk to eat on fish Fridays and in Lent. The silver lined the cellars of the fish merchant, but when the fish went to Italy it didn't fill the bellies of the Cornish fishermens' families.
A fish merchant lived at a house called The Fish Cellars, still there at Harlyn Bay today, and he had a very successful business selling pilchards. His house had a motto carved into the granite lintel over the door, it said, ‘Profit smells sweet’. In contrast to the success and profit made at the fish cellars, the villagers were starving.
One week, a ship carrying a large cargo of pilchards was returned from Italy unsold. Every villager came to see the ship in, hopeful their bellies would soon be filled. The Fish Merchant took the fish off the ship and up the hill to his farm. Mother Ivey pleaded with him to allow the villagers to eat the fish as it was still good enough to eat even though it could not be sold.
Instead, the fish were ploughed into a field as fertilizer. Mother Ivey was very angry, the people she spent her years helping were in desperate need of the food that had just been denied them. She went to the Fish Cellars and cursed the merchant's field:
"Break the soil, Death will follow,”
And it did. The next year, the merchant ploughed the field and planted corn. A few weeks later his eldest son was out riding his horse, when he fell off and was killed. Profit smelled sour. No one has taken a spade or a plough to the field since, for fear of what may happen. The field lays fallow to this day.
But Mother Ivey's kindness lives on as well as her curse, kindness in the hearts of the lifeboat men stationed at Mother Ivey's bay, willing to risk their lives to save their fellow men from the silvery sea.
retold by Anna Chorlton and Sue Field
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBb8PtBk20M
Disillusion, dissension
One love for a life but no life for one love
No sacrifice, no compromise
Misunderstandings and we’re fed up staying
If one feeling can hurt a man
I wanna be inhuman
I ain’t got no lust for pleasure
I don’t want to suffer
Dysfunction, distortion
See the modern quest, the blooming of itself
Don’t look backward, don’t look forward
This generation waits for a revelation
If one feeling can hurt a woman
She wanna be inhuman
Is there anyone who can help her ?
She doesn’t want to suffer
Tell me if it’s a game
See your empty life
Tell me if it’s a shame
See my empty life
Division, destruction
Nuclear family has one foot in the grave
Solitude in the hive
One point for self-service lives
I like your void, do you like mine ?
We’re glad untogether
I like your freedom, do you like mine ?
See us when it’s better
[...]
Excerpt from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ry%C5%8Dan-ji:
Ryōan-ji (Shinjitai: 竜安寺, Kyūjitai: 龍安寺, The Temple of the Dragon at Peace) is a Zen temple located in northwest Kyoto, Japan. It belongs to the Myōshin-ji school of the Rinzai branch of Zen Buddhism. The Ryōan-ji garden is considered one of the finest surviving examples of kare-sansui ("dry landscape"), a refined type of Japanese Zen temple garden design generally featuring distinctive larger rock formations arranged amidst a sweep of smooth pebbles (small, carefully selected polished river rocks) raked into linear patterns that facilitate meditation. The temple and its gardens are listed as one of the Historic Monuments of Ancient Kyoto, and as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
The temple's name is synonymous with the temple's famous Zen garden, the karesansui (dry landscape) rock garden, thought to have been built in the late 15th century.
The garden is a rectangle of 248 square meters (2,670 square feet), twenty-five meters by ten meters. Placed within it are fifteen stones of different sizes, carefully composed in five groups; one group of five stones, two groups of three, and two groups of two stones. The stones are surrounded by white gravel, which is carefully raked each day by the monks. The only vegetation in the garden is some moss around the stones.
The garden is meant to be viewed from a seated position on the veranda of the hōjō, the residence of the abbot of the monastery. The stones are placed so that the entire composition cannot be seen at once from the veranda.
The wall behind the garden is an important element of the garden. It is made of clay, which has been stained by age with subtle brown and orange tones. In 1977, the tile roof of the wall was restored with tree bark to its original appearance. When the garden was rebuilt in 1799, it came up higher than before and a view over the wall to the mountain scenery behind came about. At present this view is blocked by trees.
The garden had particular significance for the composer John Cage, who composed a series of works and made visual art works based on it.
Like any work of art, the artistic garden of Ryōan-ji is also open to interpretation or research into possible meanings. Many different theories have been put forward inside and outside Japan about what the garden is supposed to represent, from islands in a stream, a tiger family crossing a river, mountain peaks, to theories about secrets of geometry or the rules of equilibrium of odd numbers. Garden historian Gunter Nitschke wrote: "The garden at Ryōan-ji does not symbolize anything, or more precisely, to avoid any misunderstanding, the garden of Ryōan-ji does not symbolize, nor does it have the value of reproducing a natural beauty that one can find in the real or mythical world. I consider it to be an abstract composition of 'natural' objects in space, a composition whose function is to incite meditation."
We had another set today.
First we intended to make some shots in a house which had been destroyed with fire. But there we met some misunderstanding.. And had to go somewhere else. Then we thought about a beach and went there. It is quite strange to go to the shore at the end of October, but we've already got used to being thought of as crazy people.
So, in the end it turned out to be even better than an old house. =)
When I have more time, I will add some photos from this set.)
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Twentynine Palms is a small town, no offense intended. This is a panorama of the City Hall building. What I call the Civic Center Complex consists of this building, the library building, and a Veterans Park between them. The street slopes down to the left. I like the heavy duty, low-end Phelps Dodge VHF collinear antenna with a white fiberglass radome on a pole.
Somewhere, there is also a public works yard. I'm not sure where.
Television documentary celebrity Huell Howser, when he was alive, had a place here. He divided his time between a historic Los Angeles apartment, a place in Twentynine Palms, and a hilltop home east of Ludlow off Interstate 40.
Someone told me Marines at the nearby base do not have liberty. The person explained, "They can't go into town and buy a pizza or take the Basin Bus to Palm Springs." I guess there's a good reason for it but I suddenly realized how seldom I see soldiers in town.
I think this is a six-frame panorama.
Firsthand knowledge of the military is no longer something that most Americans — including journalists — have in common, and ignorance on the subject has a cost. The military is increasingly a world apart and, hence, a target for suspicion, conspiracy theory, and fundamental misunderstanding. Oddly, it shares these vulnerabilities with the media, another powerful and exclusive world that invites credibility questions and distrust. The relationship between the military and the media has long been fraught with tension and remains so, and all of us have much to lose from the mishandling and misunderstanding of each other.
— Alex S. Jones
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Io, loro e Lara is a 2010 film directed by and starring Carlo Verdone.
The film was dedicated to Verdone's father, Mario, who died during
the making of the film.
Plot: Carlo Mascolo is a priest on a mission in Africa. Following a profound spiritual crisis, the priest decides to return to Rome, where the rest of his family lives, with the idea of taking a break to reflect and find clarity within himself.
However, when Carlo arrives home, he is overwhelmed by his family's problems: his elderly father Alberto has married the young Moldovan caregiver Olga, much to the disappointment of his siblings Luigi and Beatrice, who fear for their inheritance. Carlo also has doubts about his parent's choice, but everything changes with the sudden death of his stepmother.
The situation takes an unexpected turn with the arrival of Lara, the deceased's daughter: Alberto, now a widower and desperate, demands that the girl stay in the family home for a while, where she shares her life with the priest. Initially, a good relationship develops between the two, but it strains when Carlo discovers that the young woman is leading a double life. But this is only the beginning of a long series of misunderstandings...
Carlo begins to develop a good relationship with the girl, but one night, he accidentally discovers, upon entering her room, that Lara is performing half-naked on webcam.
Life scenes................
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Do not make things too easy.
There are rocks and abysses in the mind
"As well as meadows.
There are things knotty and hard: intractable.
Do not talk to me of love and understanding.
I am sick of blandishments.
I want the rock to be met by a rock.
If I am vile, and behave hideously,
Do not tell me it was just a misunderstanding."
By Martha Baird
1921–1981
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order bride using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing herself. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style.
ready to go
life scenes
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Apparently, it was all a ghastly misunderstanding. Sir George Everest, the Surveyor General of India, would never have recognised the pronunciation "Evérest" that people use nowadays - something like 'eave-rest' was the correct pronunciation, it seems. Alas, too late to fix things now though, I guess....
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing herself. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
the journey is long and includes various stops
life scenes
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Christian Movie Trailer "The People of the Heavenly Kingdom" | How to Enter the Kingdom of Heaven www.holyspiritspeaks.org/special-topic/people-of-the-heav...
Synopsis:
The Lord Jesus said, "Truly I say to you, Except you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven" (Matthew 18:3). The Lord Jesus told us that only honest people can enter the kingdom of heaven; only honest people can be people of the kingdom. This movie tells the story of the Christian Cheng Nuo's experience of God's work and the course of her pursuit to become an honest person in life.
Cheng Nuo used to be a doctor. Even after believing in God, when she encounters things that impinge on her own interest and face in her day-to-day life, she still can't help but lie and deceive. In the face of trials and tribulations she even develops misunderstandings and gripes about God, but through seeking the truth time after time and undergoing the judgment and chastisement of God's words, she gains an understanding of the root of her dishonesty and her selfish, slippery satanic nature. She begins to focus on pursuing the truth to resolve her tendency to lie and the dishonesty in her heart. Later when she is arrested by the Chinese Communist Party government while performing her duty and suffers devastating torture, she is ready to die before telling a lie and refuses to deny God. She bears a beautiful, resounding witness for God. Cheng Nuo is able to gradually become an honest person, and truly love and obey God. So what really is her story?
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One of Machu Pichu's highlights is the supposed Sun Temple/Royal Tomb with openings catching equinox sun-shafts. And we note how well the hand-crafted andesite has been skillfully integrated with the native rock face.
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Machu Pichu Sun Temple, Peruvian Andes. The well-known Incan empire was only a brief climax of many cultures of evolving civilization. It lasted little over 100 years before being destroyed by the greed of the conquistador pirates. Over more than two-thousand years, in Ecuador to the north, down the dry Peruvian coast, and at high-altitude in alpine niches, societies had survived and grown, producing many of the vegetables we now take for-granted, superb pottery and weaving, and utterly remarkable stone-crafted architecture and citadels. However, these peoples did not have written languages as such, and this may have led to much subsequent misunderstanding. A series of books is still being produced of imaginitus-fabrication for profit-publishing (aliens, chemical stone-moulding, etc). Ignore this nonsense, the reality is so much greater.
The wonderful siting of suspended Machu Pichu is well known. And one of its built high-lights is the Sun Temple with openings catching equinox sun-shafts. Beneath, we see the so-called Royal Tomb. The steps are said to represent the three levels of existence in Incan mythology -- the snake (underworld), the puma (present), and condor (celestial world). And we note how well the hand-crafted andesite has been skilfully integrated with the native rock face..
Pachamama: Mother earth.
« Et nous… On n’a pas le droit d’être pris en photo ? » C’est en ces termes que le jeune homme au premier plan m’a interpellé. Rien d’agressif dans son propos, juste l’envie sincère d’être photographié avec ses copains. Comme on n’est jamais trop prudent, j’ai bien précisé que ce serait un plaisir de leur tirer le portrait, mais qu’il n’était pas question qu’ils me demandent de l’argent, une fois la photos prise. Une pratique très répandue à Madagascar qu’il vaut mieux connaître pour éviter tout malentendu. Il a aussi fallu préciser que s’ils prenaient la pose dans des attitudes de rappeurs, la photo serait effacée sur le champ. Ces préalables posés, on a pu passer à la prise de vue. On ne peut pas franchement parler d’un « instantané ». Il faut savoir que ces photos de groupes plus ou moins imposées donnent rarement des scènes intéressantes.
Là, j’ai conservé l’image car le groupe de copains était sympathique et surtout en raison de l’œil amusé du personnage principal.
The laughing eye
“And we… We’re not allowed to have our photo taken? » It is in these terms that the young man in the foreground called out to me. Nothing aggressive in his words, just the sincere desire to be photographed with his friends. As one can never be too careful, I made it clear that it would be a pleasure to take their portrait, but that there was no question of them asking me for money once the photos were taken. A very widespread practice in Madagascar that it is better to know to avoid any misunderstanding. It also had to be clarified that if they posed in rapper attitudes, the photo would be deleted immediately. These prerequisites established, we were able to move on to shooting.
You should know that these more or less imposed group photos rarely give interesting scenes.
There, I kept the image because the group of friends was friendly and especially because of the amused look of the main character.
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order bride using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing herself. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
Amedeo committed and dreamy at his work
life scenes
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Mother Ivey’s Bay takes its name from the legend of Mother Ivy who was a local white witch who cursed a local family. It lies just around the coast from Harlyn Bay, cushioned from the wind by the Merope Rocks.
Mother Ivey was a white witch living at the back of Trevose Head, the other side of the headland to Harlyn Bay. A vocal member of the community, Ivey tried to sort out any trails or misunderstandings as best she could. She used her charms and spells for righting harm and wrongs and was very seldom angry. One man who lived in Harlyn tried Mother Ivey’s kindness. Bad idea to try a witch, even a white one.
In those days Harlyn's wealth was in silver, the silver of pilchards caught and salted and sent to Italy for Catholic folk to eat on fish Fridays and in Lent. The silver lined the cellars of the fish merchant, but when the fish went to Italy it didn't fill the bellies of the Cornish fishermens' families.
A fish merchant lived at a house called The Fish Cellars, still there at Harlyn Bay today, and he had a very successful business selling pilchards. His house had a motto carved into the granite lintel over the door, it said, ‘Profit smells sweet’. In contrast to the success and profit made at the fish cellars, the villagers were starving.
One week, a ship carrying a large cargo of pilchards was returned from Italy unsold. Every villager came to see the ship in, hopeful their bellies would soon be filled. The Fish Merchant took the fish off the ship and up the hill to his farm. Mother Ivey pleaded with him to allow the villagers to eat the fish as it was still good enough to eat even though it could not be sold.
Instead, the fish were ploughed into a field as fertilizer. Mother Ivey was very angry, the people she spent her years helping were in desperate need of the food that had just been denied them. She went to the Fish Cellars and cursed the merchant's field:
"Break the soil, Death will follow,”
And it did. The next year, the merchant ploughed the field and planted corn. A few weeks later his eldest son was out riding his horse, when he fell off and was killed. Profit smelled sour. No one has taken a spade or a plough to the field since, for fear of what may happen. The field lays fallow to this day.
But Mother Ivey's kindness lives on as well as her curse, kindness in the hearts of the lifeboat men stationed at Mother Ivey's bay, willing to risk their lives to save their fellow men from the silvery sea.
retold by Anna Chorlton and Sue Field
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Io, loro e Lara is a 2010 film directed by and starring Carlo Verdone.
The film was dedicated to Verdone's father, Mario, who died during
the making of the film.
Plot: Carlo Mascolo is a priest on a mission in Africa. Following a profound spiritual crisis, the priest decides to return to Rome, where the rest of his family lives, with the idea of taking a break to reflect and find clarity within himself.
However, when Carlo arrives home, he is overwhelmed by his family's problems: his elderly father Alberto has married the young Moldovan caregiver Olga, much to the disappointment of his siblings Luigi and Beatrice, who fear for their inheritance. Carlo also has doubts about his parent's choice, but everything changes with the sudden death of his stepmother.
The situation takes an unexpected turn with the arrival of Lara, the deceased's daughter: Alberto—now a widower and desperate—orders the girl to live in the family home for a while, where she cohabits with the priest. Initially, a good relationship develops between the two, but it strains when Carlo discovers that the young woman is leading a double life. But it's only the beginning of a long series of misunderstandings...
The priest, reconciled with his family and his faith, returns to Africa.
Life scenes................
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Mercury retrograde came to an end yesterday (August 1st), a phase which began back on July 7. During this time you may have faced communication-related challenges including network outages, problems with cell phones, email, computers and the like. Water and electricity are often involved; broken water lines or water somehow escaping its normal channels and problems with electrical equipment and grids. Mechanical problems are common, cars in particular but just about anything can break or fail during the retrograde. Any purchases made during the retrograde are likely to be either flawed or misguided. Often occasioned with weird things that never happen, or the cascading effect when one small problem triggers others. Even interpersonal communications are not immune, and people often tend to bicker over misunderstandings and statements taken the wrong way. Careless mistakes abound, and (worrisome) they are often not revealed until after the retrograde concludes. So often I think I've escaped a retrograde phase unscathed only to discover a screwup (on my part or that of someone else) days later. It's like waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop and this always concerns me. If that shoe will drop on you, it likely already has or will be over the next two weeks as we exit the shadow of Mercury. We're all clear around August 17th. Having said all of this you might get the idea that Mercury retrograde is bad. I've learned the best way to survive it is not to fight it. Use these times for planning and reviewing. Also a great time to look back. Old friends and acquaintances often pop back into your life during a retrograde. Retrogrades can be magical times for artists and creative endeavors are favored as you might see things in a new light.
This retrograde led me back to some old photo folders that I was backing up. There I came across this striking portrait from a session I did with Jill last October. Somehow this one escaped my notice until just yesterday. Even the outtakes from this session are several levels beyond what I am normally capable of producing. I'm mesmerized by her gaze in this portrait as it seems to look right through me.