Existential - Picturing the questions {and vice versa}
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PIGLET:
Hello everyone!
Have you seen Pooh Bear?
He is not in the Hundred Acre Wood
Smile on Saturday: La vie en rose
The question yesterday as we prepared for a hike was cameras or no cameras? The answer was yes cameras although I wasn't feeling high energy so I compromised with a lighter camera body D850 and short lens 300mm VR PF f/4. When the owl flew by we were very happy that we had had agreed cameras :)
in the eyes of a cat I read a dumb question: why did you come?.in the wasteland the only stone that has heated up during the day and on it sits a nice cat..I am often asked why I like cats? A cat is a symbol of freedom and independence. They rarely show aggression. They are our doctors. They are just very, very cute:)
We do not always see what is before our face -
sometimes we see what we hope to see,
or fear we will see.
Quote - Jonathan Lockwood Huie
The question is what do you see ;-))
Un clocher
Un arbre
Un Homme
LACPIXEL - 2023
Please don't use this image without my explicit permission.
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The tree, or not the tree, that is the question ...
Ёлка или не ёлка, вот в чём вопрос.
Поздравляю со Старым Новым Годом!
do you see the cracks in the sky
the lies
their satanic ways
question is...
can you see - ?
will you rise ...
Not my usual subject matter but I couldn't resist attempting an image of this boat, moored on the lovely beach at Elie, in Scotland.
I say attempted, as it was blowing a gale and a long exposure on this occasion was out of the question.
There are times when I question my own sanity – this photo is a good example. I waited two hours to get just the right light at this silly little water fall.
When I arrived half the Hayes Creek Falls water was in bright sun and the other half in shadow. I loved the way the water flows on this and couldn’t walk away without a good shot. So I waited and waited and waited…..
While trying to crack a child trafficking ring, the Question has to settle for cracking the jaw of a local cretin who can point him in the right direction.
Taken in Drune, Gotham
A statue by Holly Bendall in Porthleven, Cornwall
Posing a powerful environmental question, Holly Bendall's sculpture, Waiting For Fish captures a moment between a man called Dave and a Bird. Intended to make us question where our fish comes from,
No, I just refuse to believe my eyes
In front of me something I can't recognize
You stood beside me all my life
The heart machines are ticking
I can hear the life support pumping
The line between life and death doesn't become any clearer than this
Covered with an oxygen mask
These words will be his last
With the energy he has got left
He turns to me and say
I can not stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
All of a sudden I've lost my strength
Isn't it scary how things can change
Mm, in an instant just like that
Whenever I had questions
You always had the answers
You taught me about life
And the importance of being yourself
And to highly value honesty
How not to lose grip of reality
With both your feet on the ground
I can not stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
You weren't suppose to see me like this
And I'm sorry, sorry
I must leave, it's my turn
But I will see you soon (soon)
I cannot stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
As A Butterfly - Dead By April
A huge thank you to Abigail Brewer for posing for me in this shot. It wouldn't have felt right to me if I did it without you. ♥♥
Photo taken at Lux Aeterna. Please go check out the beautiful SIM.
"Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple." L. Lawliet, Deathnote
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A rare opportunity to ask questions from the team. They look eager to help, don`t they?
(I have no idea if I am allowed to use SL Logo like this? Hopefully someone corrects me if I have broken some rules)
Photo furtive prise avec mon LG6. J'aime bien l'association des différents regards sur différents niveaux. Je l'ai postée uniquement pour cette raison car j'avais peu de marge de travail pour le post-traitement. C'est donc la coïncidence seule qui est mise en avant...
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There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music?
Do you like to dance? Oh yeah.
Hangin' out for a body shop at night
Ain't it strange what we do to feel alright? Oh yeah.
So when will you call?
I'm experienced Oh yeah
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
It's after midnight
Are you feelin' alright oh yeah
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door
Don't ask questions, there's time for it all Oh yeah.
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
I sing for culture...
Father loves his son,
Mothers, daughters, too.
It's an old old story,
Cries the new world too.
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
Is it interesting or is it ugly or is it both ... or something else?
My friend moved from a place with an amazing seaside view to a cute little cottage in suburban Wellington. Towering over his lovely garden is this beast of a building.
Steve is such an amazing positive dude and he loves his new abode. I'm not sure what he thinks of this behemoth but I'm sure he would see the beauty in it. What absolutely astounds me is that an architect would put big concrete walls with few windows on a pretty much north facing wall. I think they used to call it progress, not sure what they call it now!
I do like the of agapanthus flowers that line the fence however they're considered a pest in New Zealand as they grow so prolifically and drown out any natives that are generally slower growing.
Have a wonderful weekend my dear flickr friends :)
Is the tower at the end of the perspective really leaning? It's all a question of point of view... Like so many things in life, you have to look at everything from every angle.
Est-elle réelement penchée cette tour qui pointe au bout de la perspective? Tout est une question de point de vue… Comme beaucoup de choses dans la vie, il faut savoir regarder tout sous tous les angles.
Can you spot the small silver question mark (punctuation mark) etched into this butterfly's hind wing when seen from the ventral view? Question marks are marvelous dead leaf mimics.
Similar to the Eastern Comma, the Question Mark butterfly is a common summer sight in Southern Ontario.
Canatara Park, Sarnia, ON
I wish I knew what these were, they appear vary alien like to me, because I am not here very often (ever). What is the purpose of all the thorns? Its a very odd looking plant.
I am proud to say, you can also find this image on iStock. www.istockphoto.com/portfolio/ChristopherShaw
Question, how can I fix or avoid the reflection on the painting in the back???
My thanks to all of you who stop, look and comment. I will be sure to check out your photostream
the yellow-billed spoonbill (Platalea flavipes)
The question is:
How does the spoonbill make a little fish jump into its open mouth?
A biologist's answer is:
The answer lies in its extraordinary spoon.
The spoonbill's answer is:
How? The good Lord knows. I just do it.
The theme for Looking Close…on Friday is Clothes Pegs. These are clothes clips that can hook over a railing, fence, or nail, so a clothesline is unnecessary. 💙❓❓
A white Christmas would be wonderful, of course. But we've only had one (across the board) six times in the last 120 years. So there's no point in getting upset about it.
If there's no snow, then at least some sunshine would be nice. Unfortunately, it's been gray and foggy for days (at least here where I am). So, sunshine is probably out of the question.
Luckily, there's still the sunshine in my heart, which I hope to tap into with this photo and activate when needed.
Happiness, and the feeling of happiness, isn't dependent on chance or external circumstances. It's a conscious decision that strongly depends on how I evaluate a situation, where I direct my attention, and, of course, on my general outlook on life.
With that in mind, on this penultimate Monday flower greeting of the year, I wish you a large dose of sunshine in your heart and thus a sunny and joyful week.
And this is regardless of the weather.
Eine weiße Weihnacht wäre natürlich richtig toll. Doch hatten wir diese (flächendeckend) gerade einmal 6 Mal in den letzten 120 Jahren. Es lohnt sich also nicht, sich darüber zu ärgern.
Wenn schon kein Schnee da ist, dann wäre doch wenigstens Sonnenschein schön. Leider sieht es (zumindest hier bei mir) seit Tagen grau und neblig aus. Das mit der Sonne wird dann wohl auch eher schwierig.
Zum Glück gibt es noch die Sonne im Herzen, die ich mit diesem Foto ansprechen und bei Bedarf aktivieren möchte.
Glück und auch das Glücksgefühl ist nicht von Zufällen und Rahmenbedingungen abhängig. Es ist eine bewusste Entscheidung die stark davon abhängt, wie ich eine Situation bewerte, wo ich meine Aufmerksamkeit hin lenke und natürlich wie meine generelle Einstellung zum Leben aussieht.
In diesem Sinne wünsche ich Euch am vorletzten montäglichen Blumengruß das Jahres eine große Portion Sonne im Herzen und damit eine sonnige und fröhliche Woche.
Und dies unabhängig von meteorologischen Rahmenbedingungen.
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Owners of Perpetuity (Envylicious)
"J'ai ainsi vécu seul, sans personne avec qui parler 'véritablement, jusqu'à une panne dans le désert du Sahara, il y a six ans. Quelque chose s'était cassée dans mon moteur. Et comme je n'avais avec moi ni mécanicien, ni passagers, je me préparai à essayer de réussir, tout seul, une réparation difficile. C'était pour moi une question de vie ou de mort. J'avais à peine de l'eau à boire pour huit jours,
Le premier soir je me suis donc endormi sur le sable à mille milles de toute terre habitée. J'étais bien plus isolé qu'un naufragé sur un radeau au milieu de l'Océan. Alors vous imaginez ma surprise, au lever du jour, quand une drôle de petite voix m'a réveillé. Elle disait :
- S'il vous plaît... dessine-moi un mouton !
- Dessine-moi un mouton...
J'ai sauté sur mes pieds comme si j'avais été frappé par la foudre. J'ai bien frotté mes yeux. J'ai bien regardé. Et j'ai vu un petit bonhomme tout à fait extraordinaire qui me considérait gravement. Voilà le meilleur portrait que, plus tard, j'ai réussi à faire de lui. Mais mon dessin, bien sûr, est beaucoup moins ravissant que le modèle. Ce n'est pas ma faute. J'avais été découragé dans ma carrière de peintre par les grandes personnes, à l'âge de six ans, et je n'avais rien appris à dessiner, sauf les boas fermés et les boas ouverts.
je regardai donc cette apparition avec des yeux tout ronds d'étonnement. N'oubliez pas que je me trouvais à mille milles de toute région habitée. Or mon petit bonhomme ne me semblait ni égaré, ni mort de fatigue, ni mort de faim, ni mort de soif, ni mort de peur. Il n'avait en rien l'apparence d'un enfant perdu au milieu du désert, à mille milles de toute région habitée. Quand je réussis enfin à parler, je lui dis :
- Mais... qu'est-ce que tu fais là ?
Et il me répéta alors, tout doucement, comme une chose très sérieuse :
- S'il vous plaît... dessine-moi un mouton...
Quand le mystère est trop impressionnant, on n'ose pas désobéir. Aussi absurde que cela me semblât à mille milles de tous les endroits habités et en danger de mort, je sortis de ma poche une feuille de papier et un stylographe. Mais je me rappelai alors que j'avais surtout étudié la géographie, l'histoire, le calcul et la grammaire et je dis au petit bonhomme (avec un peu de mauvaise humeur) que je ne savais pas dessiner. Il me répondit :
- ça ne fait rien. Dessine-moi un mouton.
Comme je n'avais jamais dessiné un mouton je refis, pour lui, l'un des deux seuls dessins dont j'étais capable. Celui du boa fermé. Et je fus stupéfait d'entendre le petit bonhomme me répondre :
- Non ! Non ! je ne veux pas d'un éléphant dans un boa. Un boa c'est très dangereux, et un éléphant c'est très encombrant. Chez moi c'est tout petit. J'ai besoin d'un mouton. Dessine-moi un mouton.
Alors j'ai dessiné.
Il regarda attentivement, puis
- Non! Celui-là est déjà très malade. Fais-en un autre.
Je dessinai :
Mon ami sourit gentiment, avec indulgence.
- Tu vois bien... ce n'est pas un mouton, c'est un bélier. Il a des cornes...
Je refis donc encore mon dessin.
Mais il fut refusé, comme les précédents.
- Celui-là est trop vieux. je veux un mouton qui vive longtemps.
Alors, faute de patience, comme j'avais hâte de commencer le démontage de mon moteur, je griffonnai ce dessin-ci.
Et je lançai :
- ça c'est la caisse. Le mouton que tu veux est dedans.
Mais je fus bien surpris de voir s'illuminer le visage de mon jeune juge :
- C'est tout à fait comme ça que je le voulais ! Crois-tu qu'il faille beaucoup d'herbe à ce mouton ?
- Pourquoi ?
- Parce que chez moi c'est tout petit...
- Ça suffira sûrement. je t'ai donné un tout petit mouton.
Il pencha la tête vers le dessin
- Pas si petit que ça... Tiens Il s'est endormi...
Et c'est ainsi que je fis la connaissance du petit prince."
[Le Petit Prince de Saint-Exupéry (Chap. II)]
"Huis Westerflier", Diepenheim
House Westerflier
House Westerflier is part of the Landgoed Nijenhuis and is located west of Diepenheim. It is about 300 hectares. The Buitenplaats Westerflier is a rectangular country house from 1729 without towers, only one building house and a simple landscape park.
The name Westerflier has a very old origin: already in 1046 'Westerfle' is mentioned in a donation deed. In this case, there was no question of an estate or castle, but of a region, of which it is only clear that it was located to the west of Twente. At the end of a sand ridge, at a strategic location, where the then still navigable Regge branch of the Schipbeek, in 1536 a manor. Unfortunately, the early history of the Westerflier is largely hidden in mist. It is known, however, that the outdoor area belonged to the Warmelo. The well-known Catholic family Van Hoevell to Westerflier owned the estate for about a century (1628-1721), but retained the additive to distinguish itself from the protestant Van Hoevell van Nijenhuis family.
Then it came into the hands of the Van der Sluys family, which had become rich by timber trade next to a lock that was not far from Diepenheim in the Schipbeek. This owner has demolished the old house (of which unfortunately very little is known) and in 1729 the current house was built in a simple classicist style. Actually, the house has changed little in those nearly 300 years.
The Van der Sluys family sold the house in 1854 to Rutger Jan Schimmelpenninck, the grandson of the Grand Pensionary Schimmelpenninck, who had bought the Nijenhuis half a century earlier. Since then the estate has remained in the family. It was privately inhabited until 1935, then it was rented out and it was some time (1948-1969) a home for girls who had left home. Later it was divided into four apartments and in 2005 the house was vacant. House Westerflier was then in a bad state and in 2008/2009 the house has been thoroughly restored. Now it is inhabited by two households.