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her last resort
(THE last resort)
always the place of platitudes (or misconception)
dripping down the side of her peeling memory, as the last words are shoved into the dirt, ready for planting
in another season.
(she won't make it)
and now
it is all just discarded letters and numbers
and drying (and dying) leaves
with new hives on her arms
from cleaning up the (end of the year) flowers (words)
crushed inside a garbage bin
the aroma fading into the plastic that has years of
debris laced into its skin
waiting for Wednesday
to be carried away
(and tossed out)
with the rest of her words
because there will never be enough therapy
to fix
this
This QM was the size of a Comma - but had the diagnostic question mark on its wings below. Black is their summer form - and they have that beautiful lavender trim.
at the wetlands, North Georgia
Одно из самых популярных мест Санкт-Петербурга это музей квартира Достоевского. Этот район города до сих пор обладает магией экзистенциальности автора . И всегда найдётся тот вопрос ,который может поставить в тупик даже профессионального экскурсовода! В этот раз дух Федора Михайловича коснулся и фотографа…
"Хорошая фотография это знать где стоять» Ансель Адамс
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One of the most popular places in St. Petersburg is the museum-apartment of Dostoevsky. In this area of the city, the magic of the author's existentialism has been preserved. And there is always a question that can baffle even a professional guide! This time the spirit of Fyodor Mikhailovich touched the photographer too...
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Ansel Adams was quoted as saying, “A good photograph is knowing where to stand.”
Well, strictly speaking this scene is a sunset, so one could question the title and the attached meaning... But it was a radiant Umbrian sunset just after a long, powerful thunderstorm, so I will stick to my idea.
As the WHO has declared the state of pandemic Covid-19 is spreading everywhere and is reaping its dreadful harvest, bringing whole nations and economies to their knees. Believe me, it is even possible that the darkest hour is still to come. But I think that this incredible planetary experience has the potential to change our way to live. We have taken for granted too many beautiful, precious things (and beware, when you take something for granted you are lessening it). This humble, unaware virus is teaching us values we had drowned in our running digital hedonism - solidarity, self-sacrifice, collaboration. It is teaching us the fundamental value of truth and of scientific research. It is reminding us that we are just a small part of a wonderfully complex world - and that we are not nearly as powerful as we like to think to be. After all, the immediate means to limit infection are exactly the same as they were for the epidemics of the past - quarantine, avoiding close contact with one another, clean your hands frequently, limitations to gatherings, public events, and so on (and everything is worsened and sped up by our global network of transportation). On the other hand science, unavoidably, needs time to find real solutions. So we are experiencing a new sense of being frail - something we used to think of as a relic of the past.
I believe that this pandemic will change everything, more than a war: this is not an enemy endowed with evil projects for mankind but, rather, a natural phenomenon which is putting us in the right perspective in the world. So I believe that this pandemic will change everything. But, in the meantime, we have to manage to get out of these dark times. I would like to dedicate this photo to the people who are suffering because of this ordeal, and to the heroic people who is wrestling with the effects of the infection*: my humble contribute to remember that the darkest hour - whenever it will come - is just before the dawn.
* Sadly in Italy we have seen a growing trend of threats and assaults to physicians during the last years. Many people doubted the good faith of physicians, scientists and medicine in general. I'd guess that this tide is quickly changing.
This photo is closely related to my A neverending story. To be precise, it has been captured some 5 minutes earlier. This view, however, is somewhat narrower and, after a bit of cropping in the foreground, lays a greater emphasis on the glorious cloudscape.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.7/0/+1.7 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal exposure" shot), then I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4. RAW files has been processed with Darktable.
A good contribution to the post-processing of part of the foreground came from a cool trick by Boris Hajdukovic I have found rather serendipitously on the web. I have cloned out an obnoxious young olive tree at the center of the foreground dancing a bit too freely in the residual wind.
I am afraid that colours and tones of this picture might be pretty close to the edge of looking overdone (this seems to be an inherent feature of the bracketings I captured of this sunset, since I always post-process from scratch). It all depends on your screen, of course: the picture looks safely good my HP screen, but I am afraid that it can easily look a bit over-the-top on other screens.
Now we know that a picture cannot possibly look right on every screen - the factors affecting the results are simply too many, including largely unpredictable ones, such as personal display settings. Admittedly one should not think too much about this, but when a photo is close to the critical boundary one should struggle to find the better balance between what she would like the photo to be and the risk of looking overdone. Since this photo is important to me, I would be grateful for comments about this matter, to help me realise if I have to downtone it :-)
Thank you very much in advance!
A very weird unmarked sculpture in the Columbia Slough Wildlife Refuge, in Portland OR, shot with my holga and filtered through photoshop.
UNE QUESTION DE DÉTAILS #4
Petit complément rapproché pour faire honneur à la belle série que vous trouverez ici. Allez regarder :
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A QUESTION OF DETAIL #4
Here's a closer look at the beautiful series you'll find here. Go and have a look :
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I have a question for any experts out there. Anyone with knowledge of lightning and atmospherics, and also anyone with working knowledge of camera sensors.
I took these two shots yesterday, more in hope than anything, Being lucky enough to have the Sony RX10 that shoots at 24 frames per second, I pointed at the sky across the street and held the shutter for a second. I got lucky and managed these two shots. Not very exciting looking, being daylight lightning shots, but I am intrigued by the difference in the two shots. They are consecutive frames 1/24th of a second apart. Bolt 1 shows up the brightest, and actually shows the lightning in its ground to air phase and the bolt is only half completed. Lightning bolt 2 shows the completed bolt all the way to the cloud, but is fading in brightness. The bolt itself was very close with barely a second elapsing between flash and the window rattling thunderclap!
My puzzle is the first shot that shows a purple halo around the upward end of the lightning, and a corresponding colour shift across the image in the sky below the top of the lightning.
I'd love to know is this just an issue with the sensor and its response to a sudden intense flash, or is it atmospheric?
My guess is the sensor, but I'd love to hear other opinions or experiences.
These two shots are both cropped heavily from the left half of the wide angle image, hence the slight distortion in the vertical lines of the house.
Taken on Sankt Eriksbron in Stockholm. Kayaking is one of the things I miss most about living in Stockholm.
Here's the original.
'Hey Syl, where did we put that experimental hyper drive? I can't find it in storage and its not on the list here either?'
'We put in in that external rocked drive for the space station, remember? To see if it would fit?'
'We did take it out again, right?
'Oh, uh, oops...'
قبل لا الوحشه تزعزع بيتك الصلب وتبيده
بيتك اللي من رحلت وكل جدرانه تعاني
ماتحمل ينتظر شهرين وعيونك بعيده
الله العالم لو إنك جيت متأخر ثواني
ماتشوف إلا بقايا من حصاه ومن حديده
Thank you ayam zman for the edit ;*
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'Feel free to ask me appopriate questions !
En réponse à la question de Raymonde sur l'application de la loi sur le Port du Casque obligatoire au Vietnam dans un commentaire d'une photo de Maurice Albray
qualité très relative , mais à titre de document......
There is place for soft colour. There is place for strong and vibrant colours. And autumn is always the season you can find them.
This is just a repost for autumn colour in my neighbourhood.
Happy Monday and a great week!
I ask the experienced landscape photographer about tips in shooing fall colour.
He said the answer is in your question itself. Shooting fall colours means really shooting the colours.
I had a walk in my neighborhood and I took his suggestion shooting the colours. I am not sure if I did follow his advice.
This was seen on the sidewalk of a small street in my neighborhood.
Happy Wednesday!
through the looking glass
so I have some questions for you guys, I would really like to be more interactive with the people who follow my work so I was thinking, how can I make my stream and my work process more exciting for you?
I just want to show my appreciation and also make my work accessible and personable, not just something you briefly stare at and then veer away from. I want to give you more
I have some suggestions, if you think any of them sound interesting, let me know!
1. giveaways (who would say no to a giveaway though, I mean really)
2. group critiques via video chat or webchat, show works in progress, get input from other photographers
3. photoshop tutorials, free or reasonably priced actions (free is always better, of course)
4. before/after images
5. behind the scenes videos
if you have any suggestions or like any of these, let me know, I just want to love you guys, basically, and help you grow and let you help me grow and just become a big happy family
okay byeeeeeee
So the real question on this monkey post is why?
I was going to use it for the Macro Monday Ceramic theme from a couple of weeks ago but it exceeded the size specification of 3 inches ( it measured out at 4.75 in. tall by 2 in. deep) and I didn't like it cropped. The monkey was pretty excited about being featured on flickr and you can only imagine his disappointment when he got wind that I used the Hummel instead. I didn't want to [...bear a monkey...] as the expression goes even if it was my fault the next morning after a good bit of drinking so I felt it best to show him off here.
Ceramic lid from a German 2l stein that I received from an uncle who brought it from Germany around 1900. It's manufactured by Matthias Grimscheid, Mold #1199. It's a big stein so the wording is most appropriate: “Trag deinen Affen mit Geduld, an dem bist du nur selber Schuld.” (Bear your monkey with patience, it is your own fault.)
55mm f/2.8 NIKKOR Micro, 6 image photo stack.
Textures by: Skeltalmess and Lenabem-Anna.
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this is the track where i run, up at my old high school. it seriously gets the prettiest sunsets... this was around 8 o'clock tonight.
don't get me wrong, i'm not a "real" runner haha. i'm aware that i'm really tiny, but i've just always been like that. i exercise because my joints are hypermobile... which means they like to just kind of slide out of place if i don't stay reasonably in shape, and then it hurts like arthritis. lame, right? but it means i can do fun things like bend myself into a pretzel with little to no effort. at least it keeps me active! *end random fact*
i feel like the 365 is making me take less "spur-of-the-moment" pictures, because i don't have to stock up for the next few days. i dunno. i'll make an effort to do more non-365 things from now on.
Should I post this or move on! That seemed to be the question I've been facing on this image; but not only this image, images of this genre in general. Ali or "Ali-1963" is by far one of the best on Flickr and her work has always been a source of inspiration. So - from the start it's a tough act to follow as they say. I've made a few of these and I've never been really happy with the result except for maybe a couple. Recently I shot a few of my backyard and I was bound and determined to smile if it took all night - which it almost did. I came back this morning after receiving an email from a different Ali, "Allison Ryder" that made me think about trying new things on flickr and seeing where it goes and the reluctance and reserve that's felt in the process. Well - that's what it's all about and what better venue than this group 'Slider Sunday"
I showed this to Marybeth and she twitched her nose and tilted her head (not good.) If no-one comments or favs this I'll understand and won't be put off - see we all come with a little bit of that fear and reluctance; but, I did what made me smile!
Happy Slider Sunday - HSS
Texture by Skeletalmess and Lenebem-Anna
Photography Contest in the four counties (sims) that comprise the Estate of the Duke & Duchess of Avon. (Foxleigh, Sedgewick, Loxford, Avonshire)
The contest starts July 1st, and lasts until July 31st.
Photos can be taken in any of the four counties, indoors or outdoors. Photos can include avatars or be landscape only. Contestants can enter more than one image.
First Place 10,000L$
Second Place 7,500L$
Third Place 5,000L$
During the month of July, Contestants should display their work at The Foxleigh Event Center.
Instructions for putting your pictures on the easels are in the display area.
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If you have a Flickr account, post your pictures to the Avon group, also.
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Winners will be announced in the first week of August.
Any questions, send NC to Nikolai Fellini
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There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
To Bee, or not to Bee, that is the question.
A question to all my followers playing Horizon 4: Are you one of these people who just maxes every single car you own, so you can then drive around spamming head-to-head challenges at cars 3 or 4 classes slower than yours?
If you answered yes, why do you bother? It looks no fun at all and most of the people who do it, can't even drive the awful cars they've built (or auto-built). I dunno about you but I start getting frustrated when my car always understeers on every corner while also being uncontrollable when I get on the throttle. These idiots seem to make all their cars behave that way on purpose. I'm really glad collisions are turned off
and we'll, sing it back to you. we could sing our own, but what would it, be without you?
the following is my entry for a competition at the morris museum we're doing in lit. it's inspired by a painting.
“Do you think this tie suitable?” the old man asked, his cerulean eyes fixed in gentle understanding, slightly oversized ears hearing something in the following silence. After just a moment he gave a quaint smile to the object below him, nodding his head and chuckling emptily, “yes, I did think you would. The maroon matches so nicely with you.” He ended his sentence as though it were a question, turning away from the polka dotted maroon loveseat and entering the dingy building behind him with some sort of sad agreement.
Speaking as though not just to himself, the old man continued, “I rather like cloudy days. Everything feels so clear without the sun,” he laughed, “speaking of those, Roger has said he would come visit the store this morning. That’s the cause for the tie.”
Clearing his throat nervously as if second-guessing the tie, the man began his daily routine, which was today accelerated in order to make a nice impression upon this visitor. He hobbled around the store swiftly as his rheumatoid arthritis would allow, smiling halfheartedly with an honestly worried look about his face. His anxiety was visibly rising with the sun, and he made nearly continual glances out of the murky shop window towards the loveseat, as if just to make sure it was still there. He moved the delicate, dusky objects within the shop as if to reorganize his mind, as well.
After a few hours of feeble attempts at work and understated chaos, an attractive, middle-aged man arrived at the door with a black briefcase. He had a serious look about his face, with a consciously furrowed brow and a slight frown of anticipation, yet he approached the old man in the shop with a sudden smile. The old man returned the gesture and gave the visitor a weak pat on the shoulder.
“Nice to see you, Roger, nice to see you. How are things at the firm?”
“Fair, I’d say, after this case we had last week – repetitive theft and larceny, crook got away clean. I suppose it was mostly my newest hire, man from Darlington. Quite a turnout, quite a turnout, indeed,” replied Roger.
There was a blaring silence as the old man returned from his mysterious distraction.
“Lovely to hear that, lovely,” he muttered in a blank monotone, looking significantly more anxious. He made a sideways glance out of the window and muttered some sort of plea under his breath in pining as the attorney sat down in a creaky chair.
The furrowed brow of the sitting man returned as he looked around the dirty shop.
“Listen,” he said, opening his black briefcase, “that isn’t what I came to talk about. I know it’s been difficult. None of us are immune to that.”
The old man stared out the window as his breathing accelerated. He interrupted the defined lines of his face with a heavy blink and stayed perfectly still, rooted to the spot. The attorney sighed in frustration and fumbled through his briefcase until he found a glossy booklet. He stared at it for a fleeting moment and sighed again deeply.
“Dad,” the man continued, “I know what this shop is to you. It’s been in the family for years – but just look around. Look what you’re living in. This is getting dreadfully out of hand.”
Roger stopped, aggravated by his father’s seeming indifference and lack of cooperation. He locked the shiny buckles of his briefcase and stood up as the chair creaked in protest beneath him. His brow furrowed impossibly further, and he cleared his throat with determination.
“Look. I know you don’t want to do this, but bottom line, you can’t handle living here anymore. I’ve found a nice place at the edge of town. It’s called Brookhaven. They’ll be coming soon. I know it’s going to be difficult for you to leave, but ever since Mum died…”
The old man burst from his silence in a hysterical high-pitched wail and cradled his head in his hands. He began hobbling towards the open door, towards the polka-dotted maroon loveseat, where it was two summers ago and everything was as it should still be.
Before his knees could allow the old man to reach the door, the attorney took his arms behind his back and held him still. His son was shorter but much stronger than he, and the old man continued to scream and struggle in the attorney’s grip. After what seemed like an eternity the old man was partially released as Roger voiced,
“Now, you’re going to stay still. They’ll be here any minute now, and I’ll go with you to help get your things situated. Don’t try to run off.”
Nearly as he finished his sentence an old tan station wagon pulled up on the curb. A plump woman in scrubs with even plumper hair and plum lips opened the passenger door and walked around the front of the car towards the old man and his son. She nodded briefly at Roger and then turned to the old man with an overly sweet smile and degrading stare. He was still visibly upset, but obviously put off by the woman’s bigotry.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she articulated towards the old man, “we’ve got all of your things nice and ready to go.”
After few more indistinguishable words she pseudosmiled again and took the old man’s arm vigorously and guided him into the car. His face expressed insane defiance, but his body had somehow surrendered to this inconsiderate torture. He climbed into the backseat of the station wagon and stared out of its window, one which was familiarly filthy, like the one in the front of his store. He began to bang on the window, wailing and crying again like an infant, staring at the polka-dotted maroon loveseat.
No, they had not gotten all of his things./b>
Question for you east coasters: how do you know when a pond is frozen enough that it’s safe to walk on? I would be constantly afraid of falling through the ice. I guess at the public garden you at least know it’s shallow enough that if you fell thru you wouldn’t die, just ruin your day. But I’ve seen pics of people out walking on some of the natural deep ponds recently. How do you know it’s safe? I’ve read too many stories of people falling thru and coming up under the frozen ice not able to get to the air... I didn’t grow up around natural ice and it just seems way too scary. Anyway, this is an iPhone X shot from the public garden today.
Whenever I dig into my old stuff the question always creeps into my head, "What would I tell that kid if I could tell him anything?"
You are going to do OK for yourself but in a quiet, unspectacular way. He (I) already knew that. In fact I took that for granted.
You are going to lose people that mean the world to you and you will never stop grieving for them. I knew that too ( we all do ) but I would have never admitted as much, preferring to only recognize those bitter truths as I was being run over by them.
I suppose I couldn't resist giving some sage advice but I wouldn't listen to myself. I remember making a point of not acting on good advice when dispensed by anyone professing to know what life was really about.
All in all it's a good thing time travel isn't possible. Aside from being freaked out by my wrinkly old self showing up to tell me crap I knew but didn't have the courage to act on, I would have been angered that all the suspense and mystery had just been taken out of life. For all the effort that goes into fiction about jumping back or ahead in time I think it is good that we have to crunch along alone without the aid of a nebbish future self showing up every so often to whine and moan about how I'm so lacking in ambition. I'm peeved at myself right now just for thinking up the thought of it.
I first put this together in 2012. Today I thought about it and made an effort to find the original images. 1974 was taken with a Canon F1 and a 50mm f1.4. 2012 was taken with a Pentax K10D and the 18-55 kit lens. In 2012 I used Gimp to stack the images. This time around I used Affinity Photo.
So I have a lot of extra Lego Squad-related pics that either didn't turn out how I wanted, just weren't the ones I chose to post, or have older versions of figs in them.
Because of this I've been thinking of opening a second account just for those so they don't have to clutter up this account.
What do you guys think? would you want to see some extra stuff, or are you sick of the Squad? Let me know down below!
"Their common name refers to a distinctive silver mark on the hindwing." Can't see it here, unfortunately.. Proboscis in the sand?
Les deux points de vue pourraient coïncider à condition que la société en question soit organisée de manière à offrir des possibilités optimales pour que l’individu puisse atteindre le bonheur. Cependant, cela n’est pas le cas dans la plupart des sociétés que nous connaissons, y compris la nôtre. Bien qu’elles diffèrent dans la façon de promouvoir les objectifs du fonctionnement régulier de la société et le développement personnel, il existe toujours une contradiction entre les objectifs du fonctionnement régulier de la société et le développement complet de l’individu. De ce fait, il est impératif de différencier avec finesse les deux concepts de santé. Le premier est gouverné par les nécessités sociales, le second par les valeurs et normes concernant le but de l’existence individuelle.
Malheureusement, cette différentiation est souvent négligée. La plupart des psychiatres ont tellement bien intégré l’organisation de leur propre société que, pour eux, la personne qui n’est pas bien adaptée est stigmatisée comme de moindre valeur. D’un autre côté, la personne bien adaptée est suppose de plus grande valeur, en termes d’échelle de valeurs humaines. Si nous distinguons les deux concepts de normal et de névrose, nous arrivons à la conclusion suivante : la personne normale, c’est à dire adaptée est souvent en moins bonne santé que le névrosé réputé de moindre valeur humainement parlant. Il n’est souvent bien adapté que dans le sens où il est prêt à abandonner son Moi dans le but de devenir plus ou moins la personne qu’il croit devoir devenir. Toute individualité et spontanéité franches sont perdues. À l’opposé, le névrosé est celui qui n’est pas prêt à abandonner le combat pour avoir le droit d’être lui-même. Ses tentatives pour sauver son Moi personnel ne rencontrent pas le succès escompté et, au lieu d’exprimer son Moi de façon productive, c’est au travers de symptômes névrotiques et en se retirant dans une vie de fantaisie qu’il cherche le salut. Cependant, du point de vue des valeurs humaines, il est moins impotent que le genre de personne normale qui a totalement perdu son individualité. Évidemment, il existe des personnes qui ne sont pas névrosée et qui pour autant n’ont pas renoncé à leur individualité au cours du processus d’adaptation. Mais le stigmate attaché à la personne névrosée semble infondé et justifié uniquement si nous pesons névrose en terme d’efficacité sociale. Aussi, pour l’ensemble d’une société « névrosé » ne peut s’appliquer dans ce dernier sens, puisqu’une société ne peut s’appliquer dans ce dernier sens, puisqu’une société ne peut pas exister si ses membres ne fonctionnent pas socialement. D’un point de vue des valeurs humaines, cependant, une société pourrait être qualifiée de névrosée puisque ses membres sont handicapés dans le développement de leur personnalité. Puisque le terme « névrosé » est si souvent utilisé pour désigner une absence de fonctionnement social, nous préférerions ne pas parler d’une société en la qualifiant de névrosée, mais plutôt en la présentant comme hostile au bonheur humain et à l’auto-réalisation.
La peur de la liberté – Erich Fromm
The ministry of time
Chapter II: The Mystery of the Incubators
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Sam found himself alone in the laboratory, the dim lights flickering intermittently over the equipment. A bottle of beer was within his reach as he immersed himself in his thoughts. Recently, an unusual event had shaken his scientific world: the disappearance of a body from the incubators. This act not only defied the laws but also raised serious questions about the integrity of the timeline.
As the golden liquid flowed down his throat, Sam pondered the possible devastating consequences that this incident could unleash. What effect would it have on historical evolution? How would it alter temporal continuity? These questions haunted him, filling his mind with unease and concern.
An even more alarming idea seized his thoughts: Who could have orchestrated this act and for what purpose? Time travel technology was heavily regulated, its illegal use a serious offense. Only a few would have access to it, and none of them would have noble motives to carry out such an action.
As Sam delved into his reflections, a determination grew within him: he must uncover the truth behind this enigma. Not only for the sake of the scientific community and temporal stability but also for his insatiable thirst for knowledge. With determination in his gaze, he promised himself that he would not rest until he found answers and ensured that temporal integrity remained intact.
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