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When I was 17, I took the US Air Force exam. I did very well, even scored higher than all my male counterparts that took the exam with me. in mechanics. And then the officer that gave me my wonderful results said the words "I'm sorry Ma'am. Women aren't allowed to fly jets. We want you to build them." I think back and wonder how one could be so naïve, but it was a different world then. I didn't join the Air Force that day. I only wanted to fly one of those most beautiful machines. And... I still think what if...
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..to the parallel dimension ..the upside down world.. find it strange ??? not really ... there are stranger things ...
Reflections as seen in a puddle one evening after a rain shower..
Debmalya Mukherjee Debmalya I have to say this that I got the idea for this p.p. from your demogorgon comment... my original idea was the other upload in colour...
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If you happen to work on gravitational physics the throat of a wormhole and one end of the two asymptotic sheets it connects - an Einstein-Rosen bridge - may perhaps come to mind when you set foot at the Sony Center in Berlin's Potsdamer Platz and look at the building's beautiful ceiling. If you wish you can take a look at the Wikipedia entry on wormholes to notice the (somewhat frivolous) analogy.
I watched a television documentary recently that was dealing with Meta-physics and the nature of conscious. (Well it was A LOT more in-depth than that), but it went into the history and highlighted how fluid our knowledge in this area is, by documenting the key paradigm shifts. This program was challenging in many ways, (as it was way over my head and some of the in-depth mathematical equations didn’t interest me) but what did, was the way that our knowledge of we think is “real” is totally and utterly not what it seems.
The thing that totally amazed me, was the way that our known laws of physics seem to change the smaller you went. It was as though the ever-decreeing circles distorted the ‘reality’ of the previous.
It kind of solidified my beliefs that what we think of as real and solid is in fact not the case. In fact it is probably more accurate to say that there is an infinite amount that we ‘do not know’. I see it rather logical to say we know such a small minuscule amount about ‘anything’, that its impossible to even perceives our lack of solid ground.
This statement leaves me with mixed feelings. massive insecurities (fear of the unknown) but wonderful optimism, (massive excitement at the mind blowing possibilities) a paradox. It’s almost true to say that everything your imagination can perceive is in fact possible. WOW just imagine that for a second……parallel universes (were mentioned), sprits, aliens, (I know I'm sounding weird and a tad science fiction, but all possible in an infinite world).
I seem to remember the presenter saying that they only knew that quarks existed because of what they ‘couldn’t’ see. He said that the very act of looking for them, (and my spine is tingling at the thought) changed the very physical reality. WOW…. Now I'm probably not making much sense, and I'm struggling to remember precisely what he was saying, but my mind resonated at the unimaginable possibilities that what he was saying offers us.
I personally find this type of conversation vastly inspirational. a world without the confines of so-called laws of psychics, would be truly creative. No boxes to think outside, no rules! But how does it relate to this photograph?
Now it seems to me that when you look at a scene (especially a moment in time like this), that you aren’t really seeing what is there. yes it ‘looks’ like the place I took the image of, and for the purists amongst us, its not to dissimilar from documenting the colour, lighting conditions, sharpness blar de blarr de blarr. But the very act of capturing this image with a camera, that in a couple of years will be considered redundant, begs the question at the importance of those questions. (I have to get the dig in don’t i). It isn’t ‘real’, it isn’t even close to ‘real’, what the hell is real? Our own perception of reality is distorted by our unique experiences. We all see this differently because we do not only see it, we engage emotionally with it. We feel something which changes our perceptions of it.
So to sum this up before I ramble on too long, what does this mean to you? Is it a collection of pixels? A massive chain of zeros and ones, or is it a dull wet cold winters day? Maybe a beach on a parallel universe. May I leave you with a final thought. Imagine if every grain of sand on this beach was a sun and around each and every one there were 20 or so planets……are we alone?
Parallel Universes
Planet Impero
Interplanetary Travel
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
Sienna Skybox from Imegica packed it all into 54 Land Impact. Two bedrooms, bathroom, built in kitchen, livingroom patio area, interactive pool and optional rain. The picture does not do it justice.
We needed a break from the snow and a skybox home was perfect. A couple with a large family wanted to go camping, but nothing was affordable. With a few spare prims, they created a skybox campground over their parcel.
A romantic getaway, birthday party, holiday celebration, etc. Themed skybox is perfect with just a few prims.
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If all else fails turn the right wheel. The parallel universe is only a decision away!
Generated from a single image.
Camera: Nikon D80; Lens: Tamron SP 24-135 AF-D; Aperture: 3,5; focal length: 24 mm; exposure: 1/60s, no additional light
We are all living in the different worlds. There are multi-lateral and parallel universes in the reality.
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I was driving along the other morning looking for a place to stop to take pictures of scenery in the morning mist. I saw this tiny island with its reflection in the water. So I stopped the car to take a picture or two. But then, as I look at the scene, I decided to include my car in the picture with the blinking lights rather than just take the island. I think it gives the scene a surreal effect. It is like there are two pictures side by side, as in a diptych with the tree dividing the two realities.
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Je roulais sur la route l'autre matin à la recherche d'un endroit pour m'arrêter pour prendre des photos de paysage dans la brume matinale. J'ai aperçu cette petite île qui offrait de beaux reflets. Alors j'ai arrêté la voiture pour prendre une photo ou deux. Mais en regardant la scène, j'ai décidé d'inclure ma voiture dans la photo avec les clignotants plutôt que de simplement prendre l'île et son reflet. Je trouve que cela donne à la scène un effet surréaliste. On dirait deux images côte à côte comme dans un diptyque, l'arbre séparant les deux réalités.
Art numérique fractal noir et blanc 30 x 45 cm, disponible sur mon site officiel : emart-emmanuellebaudry.e-monsite.com/album-photos/univers...
Abstract fractal art 45 x 30 cm, avalaible on my official website: emart-emmanuellebaudry.e-monsite.com/en/album/univers-par...
Parallel Universes in Fiction
Interplanetary Travel
Youtube: Supermoon of April 8, 2020 (Beautiful Full Moon Rise Through) - Canon
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
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One of my favorite local haunts is this lonely stretch of rural road that bisects open farmland. It's a narrow secondary road that connects a state highway with a county road that runs parallel to the distant ridge line. Other than the occasional vehicle or tractor, the place is quite desolate. I love that solitude, and the feeling of openness that comes from being able to see across the horizons. I've walked here in the dark of night, and the brilliance of a summer day, and everything in between. I've experienced the joys of nature here. And also had the hell scared out of me. I never know which extreme I will land on, but each visit leaves a lasting impression.
Photographically the place is pure magic. My only real complaint from day one is the presence of these utility poles. They extend south from the highway about a half mile to the point where this photo was taken. From there they veer off to the east running through an open meadow. Countless photos have been marred by these poles (and the lines they carry). In many cases I often walk just beyond the poles in order to get unobstructed views of the surroundings. As much as I hate them, the odd thing is that I've grown accustomed to them. Good or bad, they are part of the texture of this place. Ive heard the wailing sound of extreme winds passing through the wires. I've stood at the base of the poles in fog thick enough to obscure their tops, leaving a visual of ghostly spires. Many a time during thunderstorms I've enjoyed a (largely false) sense of security in the knowledge that the poles were much taller than me, making them a more likely target for lightning strikes. I've even worked the poles into photos. I especially like the forlorn lean they've taken on as a result of the strain of prevailing winds.
Recently I noticed the poles had been spray painted with large Xs, the utility company shorthand for demolition. Turns out the lines are being rerouted and this stretch is scheduled to be taken down. Now I'm conflicted in the feeling of sadness over the impending removal of the one thing I really disliked about this place. Strange how we can become attached over time to things (or people too I suppose) that we find off-putting. Could be in part the human tendency to complain about things which in turn requires things to complain about. After taking this photo I walked the line as far as I could follow it, taking in the spray painted Xs as I went. I never fully appreciated the way this line traversed utter wilderness. The only sign of man were these poles. Walking this soon-to-be closed corridor was as pleasing as it was sad.