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I met him at the Bluebird coffeeshop in Amsterdam and he immediately begin to talk to me about the meaning of love and 'god' money in the world and so on...
It has been a brief encounter with a really interesting person who surely is going to remain in my mind for a long time yet.....
The Pesquet's Parrot is a highly specialised frugivore, feeding almost exclusively on a few species of figs. Flowers and nectar have also been reported. At least in parts of its range, it is seasonally nomadic in response to the availability of fruits. The bare part of the head is presumably an adaption to avoid feather-matting from sticky fruits. Little is known about its breeding habits in the wild, but the two eggs are laid in a nest in a large, hollow tree. It is typically seen in pairs or groups up to 20 individuals. In flight it alternates between rapid flapping and short glides.
~ Wikipedia
Giorgio de Chirico (1888-1978) - Le trouble du philosophe [The philosophers trouble] aka Le repos du philosophe or Mannequins on the seashore (1922). In the collection of the Museo del Novecento, Milan.
I used the drone to light this old tower built sometime in the 17 hundreds by the 3rd Earl of Shaftesbury. Another great night out with Paul.
Edouard Manet -
Beggar with oysters (philosopher) [1865-67]
Chicago Art Institute (ARTIC)
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Werkverzeichnis:
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Cast bronze, assembled from two parts
Classical period, 2nd half 5th c. BCE
From a shipwreck off of loc. Porticello, Villa San Giovanni, Calabria (dated to the early 4th c. BCE)
Recovered during underwater excavation by the University of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology under David I. Owen, in June 1970.
In the collection of the Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Reggio Calabria (MARC).
Photographed on display in the exhibit "Thalassa: meraviglie sommerse dal Mediterraneo" (December 12, 2019-August 31, 2020) at the Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Napoli (MANN).
Diffracted sunlight grazing the surface of a pebble rock made from the mineral serpentine from Lizard Point, Cornwall, UK.
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I was investigating some astronomical anomalies, when my servant knocked and announced that I had a visitor.
"Who is it at this hour?" I inquired, somewhat nonplussed at the interruption.
"It is a Philosopher, ma'am," he replied.
"Oh, bother! Show him in."
The man who strode into the room was tall and dark, with the long beard habitual to his vocation. Something stirred in my memory... "I know you!" I exclaimed.
He bowed and replied, "I had the pleasure of meeting you 400 years ago, Madame."
"Ahhhhhh! The one with the angel, who wanted a trade. Yes, yes! and what brings you again, pray tell?" I sensed prevarication in the way he drew back the corners of his mouth. He was trying to withhold something from me, but his excitement betrayed his thoughts. I saw... something broken, blood, feathers... he winced as I drew the images from his mind. He'd gotten stronger in the centuries since his last visit, and his head was crammed full of memories, but it was as easy as plucking blackberries to pick up his juicy secrets.
"That's damn rude!" he exclaimed, and I laughed and ran my fingers over my armillary, delighting in its intricate structure.
"So, you have something and believe that I want it enough to trade for it," I said, "Feeling your mortality creep up on you?" He shivered, suddenly cold. I wasn't bothering to contain my emotional aura, and it had a way of affecting mortals who wandered into its influence. "400 years wasn't long enough for you? Still haven't turned lead into gold?" I chortled, just to needle him. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance as if he could brace himself against my barbs.
"It goes by quickly," he said, nonchalantly.
"One always needs more time..." I turned my hourglass over and watched the sand trickle through. "You have an angel, another of Jehovah's castoffs, and you wish to trade it for some of my blood. But there is something else..."
He pressed his hands to his head as I reached deeper, trammeling and tunneling through his memories. There was something more than greed for immortality underlying his request. It shadowed all of his thoughts with a different kind of longing. I saw a golden balance - what was it weighing? On one side, the years of life I could give him, the gift of time. On the other side... I saw the angel. She was beautiful, as angels are, rather feminine, even though angels, not having to breed, are unlike humans. I sensed pity weighing down her side of the equation.
"Poor, poor Alchemist, you've fallen in love! All your logic, your dispassionate rationality, deserts you at the glimpse of a pretty angel," I smiled wickedly. "So, you give her to me, and gain more time for your research, or you keep her and wither, and die and turn to dust. Hmmm, choices, choices..."
He looked extremely troubled. There was something else there. If he loved the angel and wanted to keep her, why had he come? There was something deep in his subconscious that he was barely aware of. It slipped through his mind like an immense, shadowy leviathan. I drove deeper, and he screamed in agony. Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, I caught a glimpse of what it was.
I needed backup.
I rang the bell for my servant, who came in immediately, glancing unsurprised at the slumped figure on the floor.
"Call Hell," I ordered, "Get Dingo up here, and don't listen to any of his excuses about smelly elevators and the queues of Damned politicians he needs to torture. And call Cerdwin, Nigel and Keeran! I need as many of them here as possible. We have caught a VERY LARGE FISH."
I saw this painted stone today on my way back home
Hi dear Flickr friends!!
I am writing to you from the Internet shop because my PC is not working :-(
This means I will not be on Flickr for some days and can also not comment.
When I am back I will try to catch up all your beautiful pics!
Have a good time ...so long!
Claudia
Historische und zeitgenössische Minifig-Philosophen. | Historical and contemporary minifig-philosophers.
Busts of Greek philosophers from Socrates to Epicurus as seen in the British Museum, London.
This is part of a series I took today as I tried to play around with my lenses and understand how depth of field works...
"The Refutation Of The Pseudo-philosophers " was painted by Ludwig Seitz as part of his 'Thomas Aquinas' series on the ceiling of the Gallery of the Candelabra.
The painting depicts Angels correcting the errors of the pseudo-philosophers by showing them the works of St Thomas Aquinas. The book held up by the central Angel is "Summa contra Gentiles", originally written as four books. It is said to be Thomas Aquinas' best known treatise on the truth of the Catholic faith.
Pio Clementino Museum, Vatican Museums; July 2019