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A little space-out effects video. Sometimes our minds end up going to the Moon and reality distorts around us.
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" Depois de todas as tempestades
e dias ensolarados, hoje eu percebo.
Os conceitos e pré-conceitos caem,
e a nuvem que outrora embaçava
minha percepção não mais, me traz medo."
" After all the storms
and sunny days, now I understand.
The concepts and preconceptions fall,
and the cloud that once clouded
My perception is no longer brings me fear. "
©2012 Susan Ogden-All Rights Reserved
Without getting into this too deep...let me just say that perception is an incredible thing! It is all dependent on individuals...and it is not right or wrong. it just is.
what people perceive me to be, depending on who THEY are, is something rather interesting to me...often when i was younger i was shaped by these perceptions, and by my reactions to them. Now that i am (chronologically!) grown up, negative perceptions of me don't effect me quite so much, (as in i do not give a rats patoot) and positive ones just confound me, because my perception of me is so different than theirs!
i need to stop looking thru the hole in the leaf, and only seeing the small part of me....at the very least, it will allow me to attempt to live up to what the positive perceptions of me are. i have several nicknames, that have puzzled me, based on perceptions....given to me by friends. i have not ever seen myself as any of them...maybe it is time to see me thru their eyes.....however, i do not ever think i will understand the nick name "Pickle"!! Perhaps that friend is just plain crazy :)
The weekend cometh.....go forth and enjoy!
Please take a minute to read this uncanny phenomenon.
I was so excited to FINALLY see some snow outside our windows that, with "Window Wednesday" in mind, I took a shot of these two images which were placed randomly on my windowsill in December.
NOT until I just uploaded this post did I notice that the watercolor on the left blends so naturally into the real background it looks like I just put a mat on the sill!
I promise you this was NOT planned! The photo card I received from my husband is on the right, and his watercolor is on the left, along with a little added "Charlie Brown" tree . . .
WOW! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?
Introspective Perceptions Romantic Mysticisms.
Hilflose Ängste nachdenkliche stille Schwäche erstaunliche Täler nackte bescheidene Flügel glitzernde goldene Blüten balmy absteigende Knie,
totus pallidus somnum soluens decoris votis ardentibus querelis contagionis antiquae matutina nebula thymiamatis innocentes multos fontes,
Tempo d'avvolgimento d'aria tremolante arrossire salute dainty ore reputazione tesori esaltazioni fiduciari diavoli maledetti dannati leggi di contraffazione,
غليبينغ الثعابين ميسديدس تدمير الشياطين تهاجم الشفاه العنيد اللحم قلوب مخزية الصبر الأسرار المروعة الأبواب البشعة مغلقة,
Faux et larges fanatiques, les égoïsants flatteurs prennent des braves avec des lettres méchantes qui flétrissent des exemples ruinés,
危険なソネットは、最後の弱い欲望を罵倒病気を召喚します。痛ましい談話を欺く人間の種.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Every joy, every treasure, every fulfillment that you could imagine is available to come into your life. It is only your insistence on continuing to need these things that keeps them apart from you.
But the only thing really blocking the pathway is your own perception. Take the first step, and you will see for yourself that the way is clear for you to move forward.
Stop imagining what you need, and start realizing the true and boundless value of what you have. Allow the abundance that is already yours to express itself as the fulfillment of your most magnificent dreams.
Let go of the need to need. And find your own joyous path through the richness that extends in every direction.
Taken: On joyous path of Mukshpuri, Galyat Region, Hazara, NWFP, Pakistan.
Every person has a different view of another person's image. That's all perception. The character of a man, the integrity, that's who you are.
"We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.“
- Friedrich Koenig
Another one from when I met up with Laura two weeks ago. :)
“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite”
(William Blake)
An unique window in Brandhorst Museum - Munich.
Taken with Tokina RMC 17mm f3.5, thank you for visiting my flickr & all comments.
"Si les fenêtres de la perception étaient nettoyées, chaque chose apparaîtrait à l'homme, - ainsi qu'elle l'est - infinie."
william Blake
Strobist info: SB900 into Softbox behind the Model's head, California Sunbounce Micro Mini Reflector (Zebra) below her face. Triggered with CLS.
And then look again. At myself.
Do I know me? or
do I understand myself?
To realize that my own perception of
myself – will define the way
my world looks.
For even the worst things and
those that seems unchangeable –
I only need to change my point of view
and I can face them again.
"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite."
- William Blake
Inspired by my friends Garth Photomaginarium
and Peter peterpics1. Thank you both for inspiring me daily.
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Moods do matter-- It changes the perceptions and the ways of how you perceive and decode the surroundings. This photo is surely not of my style. Having knew by yesterday bad news from my university department, it is surely not a day for travel and photography. Looking down those waterfalls, rushing and falling down, disappearing from the corner of eyes, one could easily glimpse that everything is impermanence and what we actually could do is nothing. Human beings are just so small to against the current. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
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At the height of the Great Depression, two hundred and fifty thousand teenage hoboes were roaming America. Some left home because they felt they were a burden to their families; some fled homes shattered by the shame of unemployment and poverty. Some left because it seemed a great adventure. With the blessing of parents or as runaways, they hit the road and went in search of a better life.
Public perceptions of the road kids differed. There were people who saw the American pioneer spirit embodied in the young wanderers. There were others who feared them as the vanguard of an American rabble potentially as dangerous as the young Fascists then on the march in Germany.
By summer 1932, the "roving boy" had become a fixture on the American landscape. The occasional girl was sighted too, mostly passing unrecog- nized in male garb. Girls especially never took the decision to hit the road lightly, for they knew they were stepping into a world filled with danger. It was the same for young African-Americans, for whom the beckoning rails could be doubly perilous should they lead into towns where the color of their skin would make them outcasts.
Thomas Minehan, author of Boy and Girl Tramps of America, estimated that 10 per cent of those he met were girls. They traveled in pairs, sometimes with a boy-friend, and not infrequently with a tribe of 10 or 12 boys. Minehan described "Kay," who was 15: "Her black eyes, fair hair, and pale cheeks are girlish and delicate. Cinders, wind and frost have irritated but not toughened that tender skin. Sickly and suffering from chronic under-nourishment, she appears to subsist almost entirely upon her finger nails which she gnaws habitually."
Eighty-five per cent of the white youths said they were seeking work; for the African-Americans the percentage was even higher at 98 per cent. Fifty percent of the African-Americans had been unemployed for two years or longer.
A 1935 survey of 20,000 transients conducted by Herman Schubert at Buffalo, New York, was one of the rare studies to enumerate African-American youths. Sociologist Schubert interviewed 2,308 whites and 662 African-Americans in the 15-to-24 age group. The young African-Americans had been on the road longer than the whites, the median age of wandering for the former about six months as compared with three months for the latter.
Are they bums? Not unless one wants to classify a goodly section of the remainder of the country's population as such," Schubert concluded.
It was a thrill to ride the top of a boxcar running across the Great Plains or to catch the blinds of a famous flyer like The Twentieth Century Limited. It was also a ride accompanied by constant danger that could turn deadly in an instant.
The Interstate Commerce Commission's annual reports show that during the years 1929 to 1939, 24,647 trespassers were killed and 27,171 injured on railroad property. Since railroad agents placed the percentage of minors at one third, there can be no doubt that thousands of young nomads met a gruesome fate on the rails.
Hospitals treated transients only if they were seriously ill. They suffered diseases due to exposure, lack of cleanliness, vermin, contagion or infection. Ill-clad and undernourished, sometimes days would go by without food. "I was hungry all the time. Dreadfully hungry," remembered John Fawcett. "I'd never been hungry before. I went two or three days without anything to eat. In a short time on the road, I lost 15 to 20 pounds. Your hunger hurts physically."
In summer, boys followed the harvests in the West. A young hobo might start with the hay harvest in California and the Rocky Mountain states in early summer. Later on there was corn and wheat in the Mid-West; and in the early fall, hops, berries and fruits in the Pacific North-West. Winter could be spent in the cotton fields of Texas and the South-West. In early spring, a harvester might drift into Southern California for the vegetable and citrus crops.
Before the close of his first month in office, Franklin D. Roosevelt signed an act creating the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC.) Unemployed and unmarried men between the ages of 18 and 25 were eligible to enroll. They were to be paid $30 a month, of which $25 was to be sent directly to their needy and dependent families. So urgent and volatile did the administration view the youth crisis that the first camp was set up on April 17, 1933 — just 12 days after the CCC was officially inaugurated. By early July, 250,000 young men were settled in 1,468 forest and park camps.
"As there's no single answer to why boys leave home, there's no single answer to what will keep them there after — and if — they go back," said one case worker. "But if I had to make such an answer it would be jobs. Just that. Honest-to-goodness jobs that would let a fellow feel that he's a man, running his own life."