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Mural on the boarded storefront of Emerald City Guitars in Seattle’s historical Pioneer Square District, during the Coronavirus lockdown.
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Voigtländer Nokton VM 21mm f/1.4 ASPH + Fujifilm X-T2.
"For me optimism is two lovers walking into the sunset arm in arm. Or maybe into the sunrise - whatever appeals to you."
Krzysztof Kieslowski
Willy Whackit dreamed of playing baseball in the majors. He knew if he hung out in the corn long enough, the scouts would come. Unfortunately, Willy had no idea what corn looked like and, so, hanging out in the bushes didn't make him famous. Willy did get discovered, arrested and now has a photo on the post office wall after he jumped bail.
Huron, California 2007
Optimism and Pessimism
He loves me – he loves me not.
Venus - Goddess of Peace and Lust
Innocence of Youth
HKD
Falls Psychologie und Astrologie interessieren:
Die junge Venus mit dem Marstransit
Motivationskräfte sind so unterschiedlich wie Blätter an einem Baum. Und dennoch unterscheidet sich das Blatt einer Palme extrem von dem einer Eiche. Auch kann man Unterscheide finden zwischen Bäumen, die ihr Laub im Winter abwerfen und jenen in den tropischen Urwäldern, die das ganze Jahr über grünen. Und so gibt es auch Unterschiede bei Menschen, in denen eine bestimmte Motivationskraft wirkt. Beispielsweise gibt es bei der sanften Venus aggressive Energien, die typisch sind für Mars. Doch die Ausnahmen wie Mars oder die apollinische Rationalität bestätigen nur die Regel, wenn es sich grundsätzlich um eine Frau des sinnlichen Typs „Venus" ( B5) handelt.
Der Wechsel der psychischen Energien ist in der Astrologie bekannt, denn das Konzept ist dynamisch. Es zeigt den Wandel der Motivationskräfte anhand des Kreislaufes der Planten, die um die Sonne kreisen.
Angewandte Astrologie sagt das Auftauchen und Verschwinden von Energien voraus, etwa in folgender Art:
„Für die Jungfrauen heißt es jetzt aufpassen, da ein Mars-Transit angesagt ist. Vermeiden Sie Streit, auch wenn in den nächsten Wochen oft die Wut aufsteigt, besonders bei Angelegenheiten, die Sie für ungerecht halten. Der Transit birgt die Gefahr der Eskalation auch kleiner Konflikte. Doch wir erwarten schon bald einen Wechsel der Energie, denn Venus beginnt mit ihrem Einfluss auf die Jungfrauen.“
Eine sommerlich gekleidete junge Frau, die mir im Zugabteil gegenüber saß, blickte gedankenvoll durch das Fenster mit seinen vorbeiflitzenden Bäumen, Zäunen, Wiesen mit Kühen und im Hintergrund eine langsam verschwindende Kirchturmspitze. Ein Dorf kuschelte sich um sie herum und verschwand, während ich für ein paar Sekunden das von langem Haar nahezu verhangenne Gesicht im Profil betrachtete.
Sie schwieg und starrte aus dem Fenster, seit sie das Abteil betreten und mich freundlich nach dem Fensterplatz gefragt hatte. Auf diese Weise saßen wir gegenüber und unsere Füße begegneten sich beinahe.
Ich war etwas verwirrt, denn mit tiefem Ausschnitt, Kettchen und lackierten Fingernägeln legte sie Wert darauf, von sich ein attraktives Bild zu machen. Natürlich wollte sie auf Männer in ihrem Alter so wirken und vermutlich wäre sie kontaktfreudiger, wenn ihr spezieller Typ auf meinem Platz säße, dennoch schien sie stur und verbockt zu sein, denn die meiste Zeit hielt sie ihre Arme vor der Brust verschränkt.
Ich fragte mich, warum sie dicht gemacht hatte und spekulierte mit dem Gedanken, dass sie schwerwiegende Differenzen mit ihrem Freund austrug.
In der Art wie sie saß, erkannte ich meine eigene Gestik wieder, in die ich falle, wenn ich verstockt bin, um mich von bestimmten Gefühlen nicht mehr quälen zu lassen. Eifersucht beispielsweise schmerzt und demütigt.
Wut und Verstocktheit sind die Reaktion auf jene Person, die diesen Schmerz auslöst. Die Wut konfrontiert und droht: Tu das nie wieder! Das ist die aggressive Energie, das heißt Macht.
Die Verstocktheit dagegen sagt gar nichts, zieht sich schweigend ins Schneckenhaus zurück und gehört damit zur defensiven Seite ein und derselben Medaille, die als Yin und Yang gesehen werden kann.
Die junge Frau machte mir nicht den Eindruck dass ihre natürliche Energie der Offenheit sehr lange vom aggressiven Mars in Wut gehalten werden konnte. Wenn ich jetzt Astrologe wäre hätte ich vielleicht gesagt: „Schon morgen ist Mars zurück in seiner Kaserne und Venus taucht als Morgenstern am Horizont auf.“
Das Auftauchen und Verschwinden von Interessen hat schon die frühe Menschheit beobachtet und machte höhere, unsichtbare Wesenheiten dafür verantwortlich, die Götter. Liebe kommt und Liebe geht. Liebesglück und Liebesleid sind die Folgen.
Schwarz und weiß ist das Leben in seinem Wechsel der häufig durch weiße oder schwarze Vögel charakterisiert und metaphorisch dargestellt wird.
Die hier auf diesem Bild gezeigte Venus ist noch jung. Unschuldig sitzt die weiße Taube auf ihrer Hand, doch ist der Rabe, der pechschwarze Vogel der Unterwelt auch schon da. Die Erfahrung der Unterwelt bringt mit jeder Enttäuschung ein Stück Reife mehr im Leben und schließlich sitzen bei der gereiften Venus, das heißt der weisen Frau beide Vögel auf den geöffneten Handflächen.
Alles hat seine Zeit, auch der Reifeprozess einer Frau, deren Leben in erster Linie von der Göttin der Sinnlichkeit (Motivationskraft B5) bestimmt wird.
Die junge Frau stand auf, stieß versehentlich an meinen Fuß und entschuldigte sich. Unsere Blicke trafen sich kurz und ich sah in der Tiefe ihrer Augen den aufsteigenden Stern. Für eine Sekunde vergaß sie ihren Groll. Als ich lächelte tat sie es spontan zurück.
„Würden Sie für zehn Minuten auf mein Gepäck aufpassen?“ fragte sie. „Ich möchte einmal sehen, wo mein Verlobter abgeblieben ist.“
Es stellte sich heraus, dass sie ihr gemeinsames Abteil verlassen hatte, weil er mit seinem PC arbeitete und auf ihren Protest hin sagte, sie solle sich doch jemanden zur Unterhaltung suchen, er müsse den Bericht bis abends fertig haben.
Tatsächlich unterhielten wir uns bis ich aussteigen musste. Als ich vom Bahnsteig aus einen letzten Gruß zum Fenster sandte, winkte sie zurück. Neben ihr kam ein junger Mann ins Bild. Ich erfuhr nie, ob es ihr Verlobter mit dem Laptop war oder…
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Digital art based on own photography and textures
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According to experts, yellow is the colour most associated with optimism and pleasure; it is a colour designed to attract attention, and is used for amusement.
I learned from nature that optimism can lead to hope, no matter how tough our days are, the dark clouds will clear and the sun have to shin again. The pain people experience in the past is what makes them enjoy today's happiness. Let's start our days with love and optimism.
تعلمت من الطبيعه ان التفائل يزرع الامل وان الايام مهما كانت قاسيه فلابد ان تنقشع الغيوم وتشرق الشمس من جديد، دعوة من القلب لكل الاحبة بالتفائل فاتراح الامس هي من جعلتنا نتذوق افراح اليوم
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أؤمن اني س اكون يوما
ما اريد
حيث ما اريد
مع من اريد
حبيت اشكر اختي
( A-A-M )
على النصائح اللي تقدمها لنا
كثير استفدت منها **
it feels unreal to live here in temp home..like i would be in another country. can't explain. still must be optimistic and keep the head high..hopefully soon we'll be back home again.
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I hope you're about to have an amazing day.
I've made that my goal.
In the last five or six... shit... maybe seven years I've been in so much trouble.
I've been in a lot of trouble I've deserved and that's a bummer but it doesn't bother me.
But trouble you find yourself in that you don't deserve to be in...
that's a different story.
Especially when it's motivated by revenge... anger... or a vendetta.
I've had a hard time dealing with that.
A really hard time.
Paying thousands upon thousands of dollars in lawyer's fees to deal with pure fiction.
And when fiction gets you into trouble that becomes a 'real problem.'
I've gone through a number of trials...
in one the prosecution told me that if I didn't take their 'deal' that they were going to ask the judge to send me to jail for a year.
Damn... for something that never happened... a malicious and manipulative fabrication.
I hope you never know what that experience is like.
But it happens to people every single day in this country.
Yesterday I was able to put all of that behind me.
It feels so good.
Shit... I got into so much trouble in the last few years that it started to weave itself together.
'This trouble' and 'that trouble' came together and they became 'one trouble.'
I blew the whistle on some government wrongdoing that hurt a lot of people.
A few people are going to spend quite a bit of time in federal prison for it.
People in your government who were either responsible, complicit or negligent got away with it completely and remain in positions of authority in your government today.
There should be a few more going to prison but they're powerful and wealthy people and their only punishment for destroying the health and lives of so many people are millions of dollars in legal bills and the disgrace of their names.
I will always maintain that they murdered those people.
To them I say 'fuck you... you deserve it... in fact you deserve so much more.'
If nothing else karma will have your ass.
In the end I believe that I will be personally responsible for a whole bunch of attorneys making more than a hundred million dollars.
Maybe hundreds of millions of dollars.
Stirred up a shitstorm on that one alright.
The prosecution of these government officials by the government is a disgrace in itself.
They seem hell bent on keeping the truth from the people and prosecuting only to the extent that they need to in order to look like they actually 'gave a shit.'
Your government has a propensity to try not to make itself look bad.
I can assure you that anyone you've ever seen prosecuted for government corruption wasn't really prosecuted for that... they were prosecuted for 'stepping on the toes' of someone else in a powerful position or a coalition of people in positions of power.
But I go on without anger or malice in my heart.
Because it's filled with love and light.
I have spent so much time in court in the last five years I never want to walk through the doors of a courthouse again.
I don't like courthouse doors.
They give me the willies because I know what goes on there.
It isn't fair or pretty or real.
And as much as I've been there I've never seen 'justice' once.
I've only seen highly intelligent people manipulate the realities of what happened to try and change the outcome for their clients.
And I've seen them do that well.
I once spent a day on the stand as a witness... cross examined by the defense they just tore me apart... got me to admit to things I couldn't believe I admitted to even as I admitted them... precisely the way that they wanted me to admit to them.
I got off that stand that day expecting to be taken straight to jail in handcuffs.
For a long time.
I whispered to the attorney... 'did I just admit to a felony?'
That letter I wrote to the Chief of Police... the one that in his chambers the Judge complimented me for saying 'I have never seen such a despicable letter written to a public official in all my time as a judge'...
he said it with a smile because he knew that I was right.
How can it be 'blackmail' if you tell a guy that if he doesn't 'do the right thing' that you're gonna 'squeeze his nuts in the nutcracker until they pop.'
But they really made it look like blackmail... or witness tampering at the very least.
And I signed that letter with my name.
'Statute of Limitations' you've been a friend to me.
I got off that stand and I didn't even like myself.
I realized that they could have done the same thing to Mother Teresa.
A good lawyer could tear her apart and make an evil dictator look like a 'victim' of her 'diabolical scheming and manipulative ways.'
I've seen so many things I only wish I could 'unsee.'
But I stood up and did the right thing.
Sometimes that was the hardest thing to do.
Gahd it cost me a lot.
I did my civic duty.
If no one stands up to fight evil and challenge wrongdoing the world will crumble into a state that I'd hate to see it fall into if only for the fact that I have children who will have to live here even after I'm gone.
Yesterday I became free of the last vestiges of those years of conflict.
It was the most personal battle in that long series of battles.
I don't think it's really sunk in yet.
I keep 'looking behind me' still.
Thinking 'what in the hell is gonna happen next.'
I must have asked the attorneys a half a dozen times... is this it... is it over... can any of this shit be regurgitated... revived... dug up... brought up again or otherwise reincarnated to come back and haunt my ass anymore?
'No' I was told again and again.
I still don't believe it.
Maybe it will sink in over the next couple of 'conflict free' weeks.
I've learned so much.
I've learned that when you go to court and there's a dude there to sketch you with pastels that you're in a world of shit.
I've learned that when Dr. Phil chimes in you're fucked.
I've learned that I look goofy on television.
I've learned how awkward it is to see your life all over the newspapers, the TV, the radio and especially the internet.
I've learned so many things.
I have seen the very worst in human behavior and I hope I see nothing like it ever again.
I've watched people fight just to fight and in the end only end up fighting with themselves.
I've seen people pervert the justice system with their vendettas and try to use the courts of this state purely for revenge.
I've sat there or stood there and watched people lie under oath.
Flat out lie.
No big.
I've seen people violate the orders of the court without getting so much as a slap on the hand.
I've seen people get away with murder.
But I did what I had to do.
And in the end most of the bullshit and the shennanigans were made apparent by the light of day.
Maybe it took an excruciatingly long time.
But I've seen a judge make wise and fair judgements.
That's the one thing I'm left with being impressed with throughout the debacles of these last few years.
I don't know how the hell these judges do it.
They always hear two very different stories and they've got to render a judgement and go home and sleep that night.
Yesterday a judge thoroughly impressed me with his command of the courtroom and the fairness of his judgement.
But if he could have only 'heard the truth' he would have probably judged things differently.
Our legal system makes it hard to even bring the truth in front of that judge not just sometimes... but all of the time.
I'm not sure if I'm at liberty to say much more at this point...
partly because I still can't believe I'm done with this shit... and partly because I've had that liberty 'taken away from me' and I don't know where that stands.
I slept better last night than I have in a long time.
I woke up ready to take on the day and focus on the things in my life that need to be focused on...
not to deal with a bunch of bullshit that wasn't real in a fight that was being obviously fought for the sake of fighting it and nothing else.
The morning sunshine looked so much brighter today.
I feel so much lighter.
My heart is filled with love and light.
I feel free.
I am filled with an optimism that I haven't been filled with in a long time.
And I feel good.
I feel really good.
I hope you're feeling good and optimistic today too.
I hope you're feelin' that love and light just like I am.
View of the west side of Cleveland the day after a snow storm (taken from the MetroHealth tower)
explored Feb 7, 09 #224
Photo captured via Minolta MD Rokkor-X 85mm F/1.7 lens. Spokane Indian Reservation. Selkirk Mountains Range. Okanogan-Colville Xeric Valleys and Foothills section within the Northern Rockies Region. Inland Northwest. Stevens County, Washington. Early November 2020.
Exposure Time: 0.5 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/11 * Bracketing: None * Color Temperature: 4198 K * Plug-In: 43 Autumn Lightroom Presets * Filter: Hoya HMC CIR-PL (⌀55mm) * Elevation: 2,436 feet above sea-level
Marino Marini
Angel of the Citadel—Horse and Rider—Town’s Guardian Angel
1950
Bronze
With every part of its body alert and stretched-out, this powerful horse looks ready to break into a gallop. Its rider, a diminutive male figure, does not share the horse's forward gaze, but instead looks upward with an expression of joyfulness. This state of ecstasy is underscored by the rider's outstretched arms and legs. Together, rider and mount form a cross-shaped mass of smooth surfaces and compact strength.
The Classical theme of the horseback rider was a subject Marino Marini pursued throughout his career. These forms were not intended to represent a specific subject, but to operate as metaphors or symbols. Marini's approach varied greatly over time. His equestrian forms from the late 1930s are stoic and calm. Ten years later, in the wake of World War II, his riders are often maimed; their mounts, violent and out of control. As Marini developed the series, the forms also became more abstract, angular, and severe. This sculpture lies somewhere between the heroic and the tragic: an ecstatic rider perhaps representing an initial optimism in the wake of the Allied victory in World War II.
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Clem brought his daughter, Lucy, to work with him. She had never ridden in a train engine before let alone driven one. Pretty big day for a four year old. Too bad Clem suffered a heart attack and hadn't bothered showing Lucy how to stop the train!
The above story is fictitious.
Kern County, California 2013
Athens, Greece.
[ Canon EOS 600D ]
© 2015 Jordan Kevrekidis
(this is a photograph, no photo-editing)
Our Daily Challenge ~ Dalai Lama Quotes
Stay safe and well everyone.
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Photo captured via Minolta MD Tele Rokkor-X 135mm F/2.8 Lens. Stuart Mountain Range. Central Cascades Range. Chelan County, Washington. Late October 2016.
Exposure Time: 30 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/11 * Bracketing: None * Filter: Vü Sion Filter ND-10
Remember keep a balance for appreciation of the finite nature of existence, but still hold dear the present, and rejoice in being alive in this moment in time.
I surround myself with the reminders. Arrowheads, ancient pottery, my grandfather's war medals. They were each people, vibrant, alive - as I am now, full of the joy that lies ahead. Now they are gone - that will be me someday.
Knowing this and pondering it is a burden and a joy. You try to live fuller because of it, but always have to fight the lingering despair as you think of how fast time seems to rush us by...and one day we too will be on our deathbed with a new generation writing these words and thinking these thoughts.
I hope it's worth it.
I'm going to be optimistic today. Because, frankly, I really really need it.
1. I love my cameras. Even though I grumble about it a lot, I do enjoy looking back on my past 365s, so I can only imagine I will do the same for this one. Even the crappy, quick snaps like this.
2. My kid is my ultimate happiness. There is nothing more amazing or unexplainable than the love between a mother and her child.
3. I really enjoy rain. I know, sunshine is lovely, and lately I've been craving it...but nothing beats that low-lying blanket of clouds and the sound of raindrops plunking into puddles. For me, anyway.
4. I love coffee. A lot. I grew up every day of my life watching my parents sit at the breakfast table with big mugs of steaming coffee and talk and laugh. It's more than just some awesomely delicious liquid that zaps the sleep outta me. It's...comfort and habitual and a memory.... and I adore that.
5. I love simplicity and snuggly clutter. Yes, both. I like things like...bare white walls and a simple one color bedspread with a shelf that is just chock full of knick knacks and odds and ends. It's a balance, you see.
6. I love that feeling when you wake up all warm and comfy and know you have nowhere to be. Of course, I'm a mommy...so technically...I always have 'somewhere' to be...but at least I can do it in my jammies.
7. I love it when I can't find the words to finish what I want to say, or I say the wrong word, and whoever I'm talking to just knows exactly what I mean and doesn't say a word. Bliss.
8. I love the smell of a new book. I also love the sound it makes when you first open it.
9. I love it when everything is where it belongs. I have a mini-panic attack when I wake up to a mess...pretty much anywhere.
10. I love laughing so hard that I feel it in my stomache...the next day. Where, its so funny you are in physical pain and your eyes water. It doesn't sound awesome, but trust me....it makes your whole week better.
11. I love waking up from happy dreams, and my whole day seems that much brighter.
12. I love simple pleasures. Like a surprise candy bar, or water by my bed when I wake up, or when a diaper miraculously changes itself. Yep, my husband is pretty good at that stuff.
13. I love warm, sunny summer evenings where you have nothing but a screen door between you and the smell of growth and moisture and bbqs, and you can almost hear the grass move as you watch it.
14. I love days of quiet and privacy, where I can wander around in my shorts and tank tops all day and noone sees me but my 1 yr old. If the doorbell rings, I ain't home.
15. For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. ~ Emerson
*hugs*
mwah
.K
Random Fact: 16 pennies stacked up equals one inch, and 16 pennies in a line is one foot.
Learner's definition of
OPTIMISM : a feeling or belief that good things will happen in the future : a feeling or belief that what you hope for will happen
Both of them expressed optimism about the future of the town.
The early sales reports are cause/reason/grounds for optimism.
Most of us reacted to the news with cautious/guarded optimism. [=a feeling that something good may happen but will not definitely happen]
— opposite pessimism