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I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
...
The Thunder, Perfect Mind
(Apocryph, gnostic text from The Nag Hammadi Library, 1945)
(Translated by George W. MacRae)
The abandoned farmhouse on this property was my original prime photographing objective until I became smitten at first sight with this oldster.
This is a continuation on the subject of old age. Pat is in her late 80s and she was a professional singer, wisely she has kept up her singing talent and continues to have a strong voice. Meaning that she is satisfying her love for singing and giving others enjoyment with the pleasure of listening to her.
As we age it is helpful to have an interest or a hobby to keep us interested in life. We are not all talented but there are many interests we can find to keep us busy.
Just to advise you all that Pat has given me her permission to use this beautiful video. I hope that you enjoy this video as much as I do.
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
Maya turned 12 this year. She can't run as far or as fast as she used to, and has a lot more grey than brown. But she's still my puppy.
"How strange it seems, that old age follows youth!
when all the world seemed one's own, at that time,
with time enough to seek a higher truth -
who'd guess the stairs so steep, so slow to climb?
Worn carpets and worn kneecaps are old age
- and yet, a blessed time for life of mind:
for those who wish, a different sense of wage;
free-chosen universal work to find;
and yet more blessed still: that earth-bound soul
to meet and greet, and work its soil and flowers;
to live with gratitude; and scan the whole
to find that One which proves the whole world ours.
As iron age yields to the gold of truth,
so our old age may find within, true youth."
~ Michael Shepherd ~
Unfortunately, M's twin sister was just too much out of the shot to include her.
Photos and drawings of my Papa here:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
There are beach bums and then there are... bed bums. In Uno's old age, he is a bed connoisseur. During the day and into the evening, he transitions between dog bed 1, dog bed 2, human bed 1, human bed 2, and couch. Here, you can see the look I get if the melody is disturbed. I wanted one of my photos this year to capture this because it's such a theme and I so enjoy making fun of his laziness.
Hunebed D21 near Bronneger, Drenthe, Netherlands.
Tech:
Nikon D700
Nikkor 14-24 mm f/2.8
14 mm
ISO 200
f/20
5 xps ranging from 1/40 to 0,4s
Tripod
Shots blended in Enfuse
PP with stack of Nik Color Efex Pro filters and finally Nik Silver Efex Pro - Antique Plate I
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I came across this quote last week and knew that I had to use it as it begins to describe my experiences in my early seventies. There's nothing life threatening, but it's one thing after the other for the past six months.
Today, it was a visit to the foot clinic at a big hospital in the city. Somewhat ironically, it seemed like I had to walk miles in there to get first to X-Ray and then to the foot clinic.
Candid by granddaughter, Danica
© AnvilcloudPhotography
I’m getting a bit slower in my old age, not to mention clumsy. The rooster thought he had better clear the area, he’ll crow about it later. Big John, the donkey, never worried about that, he gave me a “horse laugh” right then (if a donkey can do that).
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Thank you all for supporting my photography this year. Your appreciation of my shots, sharing your opinions and favourites, warms my heart and strengthens my resolve to continue shooting and progressing my photography.
As much as I love to capture life through my lens, and the process of editing, I also love to enjoy the work of other photographers - you, my Flickr friends. I have found inspiration and contemplation in your works this past year and I look forward to many, many more.
Thank you all for making 2016 a special photographic year.
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Though not widely known, it was never a secret that after the Tinman had received a heart, the deeds of his murderous, tree-killing past began to weigh heavily on him.
It wasn't long, before he organized a traveling tent revival and spent the remainder of his years chasing inner demons, until finally succumbing to oxidation at the ripe old age of 219.
May he rest in pieces.
- Benjamin Disraeli.
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One of the new features that came out with Nikon’s new series of DSLRs is auto focus-shift photography. Basically, what it does is a simple automation of a practice that many landscape photographers religiously practice. In landscape you often run into scenes where you need the whole scene in focus and focusing a third into the scene or using hyperfocal distance would give you acceptable focus across the entire composition. The problem is "acceptable focus", as it often results in sharpness slightly dropping towards extreme edges of the focus scale. So most of the time I just end up manually shifting the focus point from very close to the camera towards infinity and then combine them in photoshop later while post-processing. The problem is sometimes in a hurry I will miss the perfect overlay and might lose focus in a plane.
Nikon basically took the guesswork out and would take the required amount of shots for you and all the info you need to provide the nearest point of focus. At first, I was thinking I would not use this feature, but I have noticed that I am using it more and more as its easy to do and in this composition, the camera basically had to compute focus for a tough application. I have to say I am impressed with the results.
This shot was taken at Garrapata State Park just after sunrise with the camera pointing north. There were tons of cormorants in the water constantly diving and coming up with tasty treats. You can see them in the water as black blobs in the water. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a long enough lens to get a shot of them but this scene just before sunrise was classic Big Sur.
One final look at the massive Concrete Central grain elevator in Buffalo. These rusty marine towers would be rolled along the quay to move grain out of ships and into the elevator. They’re in the worst condition of any I saw along the Buffalo River on this day … but then, they’ve been idle a half century, subject to weather and vandals during that time.
And so ended my peripatetic 2017 kayaking season, rushing to five states to check off the kayak photography bucket list before shoulder surgery potentially ended my kayaking days. At one point, my primary care physician says, "Hey Wombat, nothing against my counterparts in the world of orthopedic surgery, but rotator cuff repair is a far from certain prospect. You may come out of six months of rehab with not a lot to show for it. If you can carry a 65 pound sea kayak to and from the launch and paddle it against wind and currents for hours at a time, maybe you don't really need to get that shoulder fixed."
So I didn't.