Demeures de l'esprit / Places of the Mind
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I have a grandcat and a granddog and even a cat nephew. But I have no cute face shots of my grands that were taken by me, and I'm pretty sure my sister will be posting a photo of my feline nephew. So here is Rufus, my Connecticut neighbor's cat. We called him "the philosopher cat" because he would sit on his porch for hours staring in one direction, seemingly contemplating life on Alewife Cove. He's been gone for several years now, but I still think about him often. And he looks a lot like my grandcat! ^-^
I have a problem for every solution :-)
Robert Zend
HBW!!
acer, dwarf Japanese maple, 'Kamagata', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
... met my friend Pete at Furillen 😊
See Pete's version
Listen: tidal wave - Gloomy Tunes (Tom Misch & Yussef Dayes Cover)
We have been and about today looking for suitable Oilseed Rape subject matters and the tower seemed a good place to start.
The folly was built in around 1700, by the 3rd Earl of Shaftesbury who was a noted philosopher. It is thought that he did a lot of his philosophising in this tower, and from this suggestion it has become known as the Philosopher's Tower. We also visited a nearby barn which seems to have become a celebrity on Flickr as I have seen quite a few shots of it after doing a Flickr search and at least one of my contacts photographed it today too!
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Un soir, en allant m'occuper du Monsieur Chat de mon meilleur ami (en attendant son retour donc), le ciel se pare de nombreuses et somptueuses couleurs : des rouges, des oranges, des jaunes, des bleus, des roses... et des violets !
En passant du côté du Lycée Alain, le moment me semble particulièrement adapté à une photo, en passant (justement)...
La circulation aura le bon goût de n'être pas trop envahissante malgré l'heure de pointe qui se termine et cet axe qui est assez passant...
my sister's dog, Lula , seems to be contemplating the mysteries of the universe......or maybe she is just wondering why dinner is late :-)))))
happy TGIF :-)
...and the negation of only one reality :)
(These must be tourists who regularly think about how they could leave worklife, while on vacation :)
( I spoke to them very often :)
look everywhere :) ...
All Summer long-Chr.Rea
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEe1pU0CdLY&list=PLST_jLMbkN4...
King of the Beach-Chr.Rea
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bpe_HHJPnIg&list=PLST_jLMbkN4...
made with stable diffusion,topaz and photoshop.
Back from our wonderful visit to Tasmania's west coast wilderness, southern Tarkine and Corinna rain forest.
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(this one's for Richard: www.flickr.com/photos/bubba_nz/ :-)
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(more than 25000 views - Thank You ! :-)
The Philosopher's path is a footpath in northern Kyoto that follows a canal and is flanked by cherry trees. It is named after the philosopher Nishida Kitaro that was used to walk it during his meditations.
Stein der Weisen
Diesen, von Schattenlinien verzauberten Stein, sah ich in Twyfelfontein, eine der bedeutendsten Fundstätten von Felsgravuren.
The Philosopher's path is a footpath in northern Kyoto that follows a canal and is flanked by cherry trees. It is named after the philosopher Nishida Kitaro that was used to walk it during his meditations.
Marble head of the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, died in 180 AD; Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge. Having a beard like a Greek philosopher was rather unusual for a Roman emperor. However, Marcus Aurelius did in fact have philosophical ambitions and his "Meditations" are still today in print. Fuji X-E2.
morning light streamed through the window, sharp and golden, carving shapes in the air. two tables away, a man sat still, the lines on his face deep as stories untold. i asked if i could take his portrait. he chuckled, waved me off. "i’m not a good-looking man," he said. nonsense, i told him. the light wasn’t interested in good looks. it loved character, and he had plenty of it. he let me shoot, the glow falling across his weathered features like a map of a life lived. when i showed him the raw frame on my phone, his lips curled into a smile, faint but real. "not bad," he said. he was right—it wasn’t bad. it was honest.