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This is the dominant hummingbird of the Rio Grande Valley. Despite its omnipresence in the RGV, I took a couple weeks and several locations to secure any good photos. I caught them high in trees, zipping away from flowers, often only getting a fleeting look. With persistence, though, I managed to find a few that were kind enough to pose and hang out long enough to photograph.
Omnipresence...
Boughs and branches,
Flowers and rivers,
Educe your memory
In heart of my hearts!
Birds and butterflies,
Hoppers and crickets,
Evoke your memory
In heart of my hearts!
Sunrise and sunsets,
Days and nights,
Excite your memory
In heart of my hearts!
Moon and stars,
Breeze and wind,
Evince your memory
In heart of my hearts!
You are omnipresent,
You are infinite,
You are eternal
For ever in my heart!
-Indira Nair
My Photoblog- My Third Eye...!
“ … It would seem there's no end
To the bad or the goodness in man … “
- Beside, Jon & Vangelis
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYQ7jtFAvBI
BESIDE – JON & VANGELIS
A B V for Vulture
you're so beautiful
African White-backed beauty
standing so dutiful
How I love to watch you fly
soar across the storm-swept sky
dipping down and rising high
so incredible; I want to cry
People are afraid of you
but let me plead your case
you do not claw or maim or kill
you feast on carrion; already long-dead carcass
You may be large; your wing span broad
but you are a gentle giant bird
disinterested in those who gaze at you
in awe; to disrespect you is absurd
How I long for you to look
just once to last me all my days
to meet my eyes; see an open book
to be filled with wonder; I'm so amazed
People carry on their journey
giving you just a cursory glance
but my friend and I; we both linger
life is to be savoured; a joyful dance
Hurrying and scurrying past; in the rain
your proud features begin to blur
I make a memory with one click
and still you do not stir
Within me my heart beats fast and hard
excited by your omnipresence
oh, if only you would turn to me
grace me with your undivided presence
At last I force myself to leave
at last you take to flight
but alas, I lack the photographic skills
to capture your essence in beautiful flight
You are from the old world
and I am of the new
you are critically endangered
please do not worry;
we will try our best to save you.
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You never asked me what else lingered. And in my haste to stand on solid ground, I never quite told you. I never quite gave you the recount of what else I carry with me.
Like the unshakable feeling of walking on thin ice – the creaking, the cracking, the visible fractures expanding with every footfall. The fear of the ice giving in, the fear of the frozen dark waters underneath consuming me whole, inhabited by someone else’s monsters of the deep. The apprehension, like a living, breathing creature, sucking the air out and exhaling black, oppressive smoke that made it impossible to see or even breathe.
There’s an omnipresence to it– it echoes in the deepest recesses of my consciousness. Well and truly embedded, that I am robbed of any certainty as to my recoil – is it the memory, or the actual sound? Is it a treacherous footstep, or the imagination of one? Has my foot truly gone through – is it touching those dark waters – or is it just that odd precipice like a night start or a lucid dream?
And there it was, a sense of dread you instilled. A clamping, silencing proverbial hand, because so much as a breath threatened to break the ice…
Yet it broke anyway. Not fractured by my weight, nor by a whisper of an exhale. It was the things that lurked beneath, rearing their heads. I’d glimpsed them, ghost-like, through the thinnest ice. I’d heard their wails. I knew they existed as surely as I knew I existed. And now I saw them, free at long last.
They’d been ravenous, and now they demand to be fed.
Do you truly begrudge me the aversion to being cannibalized by your monsters?
As shot on January 2nd. 2011 @ 08:47:45 hrs from my bedroom @ my residence in Antwerp / Belgium.
No Manipulation, No Photoshop - Only Frame + "HAPPY 2011" added.
The idea of "everything is connected" comes with Endless Knot. I hope it goes with Macro Monday's theme "connection"
Wikipedia says
" The endless knot or eternal knot (Sanskrit: Shrivatsa; Tibetan དཔལ་བེའུ། dpal be'u; Mongolian Ulzii) is a symbolic knot and one of the Eight Auspicious Symbols. It is an important cultural marker in places significantly influenced by Tibetan Buddhism such as Tibet, Mongolia, Tuva, Kalmykia, and Buryatia. It is also sometimes found in Chinese art and used in Chinese knots.
Various interpretations of the symbol are:
The eternal continuum of mind.
The endless knot iconography symbolised Samsara i.e., the endless cycle of suffering or birth, death and rebirth within Tibetan Buddhism.
The inter-twining of wisdom and compassion.
Interplay and interaction of the opposing forces in the dualistic world of manifestation, leading to their union, and ultimately to harmony in the universe.
The mutual dependence of religious doctrine and secular affairs.
The union of wisdom and method.
The inseparability of emptiness (shunyata) and dependent origination, the underlying reality of existence.
Symbolic of knot symbolism in linking ancestors and omnipresence (refer etymology of Tantra, Yoga and religion) (see Namkha.)
Since the knot has no beginning or end it also symbolizes the wisdom of the Buddha."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endless_knot
He buscado por todas partes la ciudad soñada,
y al fin la he encontrado en Ronda.
No hay nada más inesperado en España
que esta ciudad salvaje y montañera.
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
32ème série sur cette cité où souvent je vagabonde.
Dieppe de jour en jour
Omniprésence de son port, inlassable désir de communier avec ...
Le classeur Dieppe et ses 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
...
32nd series on this city where I often wander.
Dieppe day by day
Omnipresence of its port, tireless desire to commune with ...
The Dieppe binder and its 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
32ème série sur cette cité où souvent je vagabonde.
Dieppe de jour en jour
Omniprésence de son port, inlassable désir de communier avec ...
Le classeur Dieppe et ses 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
...
32nd series on this city where I often wander.
Dieppe day by day
Omnipresence of its port, tireless desire to commune with ...
The Dieppe binder and its 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
32ème série sur cette cité où souvent je vagabonde.
Dieppe de jour en jour
Omniprésence de son port, inlassable désir de communier avec ...
Le classeur Dieppe et ses 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
...
32nd series on this city where I often wander.
Dieppe day by day
Omnipresence of its port, tireless desire to commune with ...
The Dieppe binder and its 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
A la sombra de una barca,
fuera de la mar, dormido.
Descalzo y el torso al aire.
Los hombros, contra la arena.
Y contra la arena el sueño,
a la sombra de una barca,
fuera de la mar, sin remos
(Rafael Alberti / Marinero en tierra)
32ème série sur cette cité où souvent je vagabonde.
Dieppe de jour en jour
Omniprésence de son port, inlassable désir de communier avec ...
Le classeur Dieppe et ses 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
...
32nd series on this city where I often wander.
Dieppe day by day
Omnipresence of its port, tireless desire to commune with ...
The Dieppe binder and its 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
32ème série sur cette cité où souvent je vagabonde.
Dieppe de jour en jour
Omniprésence de son port, inlassable désir de communier avec ...
Le classeur Dieppe et ses 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
...
32nd series on this city where I often wander.
Dieppe day by day
Omnipresence of its port, tireless desire to commune with ...
The Dieppe binder and its 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
As seen on Tuesday September 01. 2009 @ 07:20 am from my bedroom in my residence in Antwerp / Belgium.
Sun + Reflection in the River Scheldt on the Right, Reflection in the Double Glazing of the Window on the Left.
The magic aspect of this photo is the IMPOSSIBLE ANGLE of shooting as a result of which the reflection of the sun came inside the Double Glazing of the window.
NO PHOTOSHOP - NO OPTICAL ILLUSION - NO MANUPULATION - NO TRICKS
Genuine photo in every aspect
Best seen on Large or Original Sizes
32ème série sur cette cité où souvent je vagabonde.
Dieppe de jour en jour
Omniprésence de son port, inlassable désir de communier avec ...
Le classeur Dieppe et ses 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
...
32nd series on this city where I often wander.
Dieppe day by day
Omnipresence of its port, tireless desire to commune with ...
The Dieppe binder and its 32 opus.
www.flickr.com/photos/patpardon/collections/7215764708525...
El hecho de no verte y de saberte
te agrega horror, cosa de magia que osas
multiplicar la cifra de las cosas
que somos y que abarcan nuestra suerte.
(Jorge Luis Borges / La Rosa Profunda)
A Halloween decoration emanates an eerie feeling of omnipresence as it beckons me from the shelf of a discount store. Even in the context of a brightly lit retail environment, full of shoppers and just one aisle away from potato chips, the eyes radiate pure malevolence. In moments like this it all feels directed solely at me. It's almost as if only I can see these things as they truly are, rather than the cheap plastic skull that other shoppers see. My mind always seems to work in this two-track system: interpreting what I actually see versus how things make me feel. There's often a wide gulf separating the two. It's the simultaneous curse and blessing bestowed upon artists. I snapped the picture then hurried on with my shopping. But memories of this moment will linger.
❤️ Hair- tram J0908 hair / FATPACK
❤️Sunglass- imbue. tabey shades
❤️Skirt- imbue. cheeky skirt - red plaid
❤️Top - imbue. mia chained top - yellow
❤️Jacket - -Pixicat- Night.Jacket (Black)
❤️Backpack- Eliavah ~ Omnipresence Backpack
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Europe, The Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Rotterdam Zuid, Kop van Zuid, Wilhelminapier, Boston, Balconies (cropped from all sides).
One of the recent residential highrises of the Wilhelminapier (Boston(Van Dongen-Koschuch) flags the omnipresence of OMA/Rem Koolhaas. De Rotterdam. Well, the dreary light brown textured brick (this type of brick is the bane of contemporary architecture) facade sorely needs it.
Shot with the vintage diminutive Lumix GF3 MFT system cam - continuing my curious lenses & cameras exploration.
This is number 1075 of Minimalism / explicit graphism and 560 of Rotterdam architecture.
Reinterpretation of the classic still life with contemporary elements. Part of a photographic series about the omnipresence of plastic and packaging in our times.
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No eran de viento los molinos, Sancho,
sino de tiempo.
Ha sido desigual la pelea, tan difícil,
las aspas giraban hacia arriba, indiferentes,
y yo minúsculo abajo, en su sombra.
Eran de tiempo, Sancho
grandes conos erguidos y en la cima
un remolino indescifrable.
Hubiera podido ganar la batalla
pero equivoqué las armas
y ahora me hundo. Déjame ver tu cara
que perderé también y arriba
busca sólo el sol
porque no hay molinos de viento, Sancho.
(Cira Andres / Poema Delirio Del Quijote)
Friedhofskirche zum heiligen Karl Borromäus,
Wiener Zentralfriedhof
St. Charles Borromeo Cemetery Church,
Vienna Central Cemetery
"In his design for the church, the architect, Max Hegele, spanned the entire spectrum of architecture and art: extending from more contemporary concepts, as in the instance of art nouveau to older Christian architecture – as in Saint Charles church in Vienna and St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome – and reaching as far back as the temples and burial sites of the pharaohs in ancient Egypt, with their belief in life after death. Painted on to the firmament in the dome vault are 999 stars – a reference to God’s omnipresence. The cemetery church consists of an upper and a lower church, which was conceived as a tomb complex. The floor-level of the upper church is three metres above that of the cemetery itself." ar-tour.com/guides/central-cemetery-vienna-austria-1/the-...
Jui Jah Fari - juijahfari.wixsite.com/the-artist
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WASSER ,
die Ader allen Entstehens,
die Ader allen Lebens,
die Ader der Bewegung,
die Ader der Vergangenheit,
die Ader der Zukunft ,
die Ader die uns umgibt,
die Ader die durch uns fließt,
lange vor unserer Geburt .
WATER,
the vein to all originate,
the vein all life,
the vein of the movement,
the vein of the past,
the vein of the future,
the vein to us surrounds,
the vein by us flows,
long before our birth.
“We know that God is everywhere; but certainly, we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Another shot of the Oregon coast, taken 19 September, 2023.
Another one from my series about the omnipresence of plastic and packaging. A subject I chose as a yearly project in my photoclub - lasting over two years in the end ;)
Observa las cascadas
Si les retiraramos las piedras de su camino,
perderían su canción .
Son los obstáculos que hacen que nuestras aguas prosigan.
Ninguna roca, por más dura y resistente que sea,
es capaz de detener el agua.
Ésta tiene la sabiduría para contornarla y seguir adelante,
con la fuerza de la suavidad…
Nada es más suave y al mismo tiempo tan fuerte como el agua,
que fluye firme y lentamente,
con la sabiduría de tener el mismo destino del hombre
...seguir adelante.
(Autor Desconocido)
Une pensée pour tous ceux qui ont faim et froid ...
Que Dieu les protège!!!
Los castillos se quedaron solos,
sin princesas ni caballeros.
Solos a la orilla de un río,
vestidos de musgo y silencio.
A las ventanas suben
los pájaros muertos de miedo.
Espían salones vacíos,
abandonados terciopelos.
Ciegas sueñan las armaduras
el más sutil de los sueños.
Reposan de largas batallas,
se miran en libros de cuentos.
Los dragones y las alimañas
no los defendieron del tiempo.
Y los castillos están solos,
tristes de sombras y misterios.
(María Elena Walsh / Tutú Marambá)