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Explore # 335 August 3, 2009
Nigella Damascena
Love-in-a-mist
Ranunculaceae
when you don’t enjoy it any more. But most of all, respect those you photograph :-)
John Vink
HBW!! Ukraine Matters!
delphinium, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
(Taken on my Apple iphone, straight from phone cam, no computer enhancement, my Nikon D50 is broken. Location is Artesian Road in Rancho Santa fe; Highest position on explore was #2; this photo was also picked up by the front page of yahoo news which resulted in the 80,000 views)
We saw these horses standing here right in the middle of all the smoke and fires smoldering and the aftermath of the main fire that ran through here. I almost couldn't believe that about 25 horses were standing here and their fences had all melted or burned away.
Their owners had escaped but they were unable to evacuate the horses. The horse evacuation area at the Del Mar race track was already full with 1800+ horses, so they just left them in this large open space area which was the safest thing for the horses.
A neighbor had called the horse ranch owner Debbie, and told her that the worst of the fires had already passed, so they returned and I offered to help round up their horses.
It was extremely smokey, hot, windy. I could feel the radiant heat from glowing embers everywhere, there were flames all around and lots of smoke. All the surrounding hillsides had flames advancing. I am not much of a horse person but I figured I could handle it so i started grabbing the horses by the bridle, one or two at a time and leading them back to the safety of the barn, soon I got ahold of some lead ropes to clip to the horses which helped.
I was worried the the horses might freak because of all the surrounding flames and glowing embers but they seemed follow my lead ok. I wanted so bad to get better photos but I also wanted to help these people and horses so I had to make do with the situation.
After we got all the horses to the safety of the barn, we picked up shovels and started shoveling dirt on all the various burning flames and embers flying all around towards the barn. I didn't know these people or barely what I was doing but they were thankful for the extra help, so I kept working as long as I could.
It was just two ladies there to safeguard about 40 horses, they wanted one of us to stay but we couldn't. Getting in and out of this area was so difficult. The smoke was so thick I could barely breathe or see.
I told the ladies I would come back and I asked them what they needed, they said water and buckets to give water to the horses, (their water was not flowing). I was afraid the cops would not let me return to the area if I left, then I found a working hose and many buckets at a neighbors ranch. So I filled a bunch of buckets with water, put them in my jeep and returned back to the horses and ladies. They said I was like an angel and thanked me for the help.
There were a number of cops around questioning my movements but I had to just confidently act my part, like I belonged there, if I was to get through and continue to help these horses and ladies. At one point I asked why there were so many cops suddenly out on the street and he said to protect homes from the looters who were out doing their thing.
The neighbor from where I borrowed the water and buckets was also frantic and asking for help. One of her hoses had sprung a major leak and she asked if I could do something about that. I said I had duct tape in my jeep that could probably fix it. So with my flashlight I searched for and found the duct tape and I wrapped it in tight layers across the hose.
Some cops came down the long driveway and were announcing that we had to leave because of the mandatory evacuation. The lady told me they could go to hell because her life was tied up in this multi-million $$ home / horse ranch property, she had just acquired the whole thing in her recent divorce, and there was no way she was going to leave. So she asked me to drive down the hill to avoid the cops and to check on a major finger of the fire advancing up the hill in her direction.
When we got down the hill we could see huge flames and widespread fire working its way up the canyon. There were people there with hoses fighting the fire back from their home also. They wanted to know if there were more threatening flames on the other side of the hill where we had come from. I told them that the worst of it was right where they were.
All I can say is that this was the most intense part of this entire firestorm for me, helping to save these horses and the ranches. I was especially glad I could do something worthwhile to help, rather than just look around and take photos.
This photo was picked up by Yahoo News, so the views are skyrocketing. Also it is moving up
in Explore. It's from my iphone cam and I'm thrilled because this is the proof I was looking for to help people understand (including me) it is the photographer, not the camera that counts.
Desert island late in the day.
Desert Island - Radiohead / A Moon Shaped Pool (2016)
Late in the Day - Supergrass / In It for the Money (1997)
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"LateNightTales" is a compilation album by The Cinematic Orchestra, which includes audio tracks by other artists. It is one of the albums that is part of the 46-album compilation series Late Night Tales and Another Late Night, a project created by the independent record label Night Time Stories Ltd.. A strange album... an excellent album... a different album.
The Cinematic Orchestra - LateNightTales (2010)
Wayne Henderson is regarded as one of the greatest jazz trombonists.
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Aht Uh Mi Hed - Shuggie Otis / Inspiration Information (1974)
Living Beats · DJ Food / Jazz Brakes Volume 4 (1993)
La Ritournelle - Sébastien Tellier / Politics (2004)
Cumulus - Imogen Heap / Speak for Yourself (2005)
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Three Hours - Nick Drake / Five Leaves Left (1969)
Nick Drake's enormous sensitivity was reflected in the undercurrent written in his lyrics. "Three Hours" explains the idea of longing for something better that cannot be found in the places where we live. Three hours away is what Jeremy needs for his symbolic spiritual journey in search of a better life, in search of someone to be his master or someone to be his slave, symbols of something he wants or something he needs or longs for. To find in a person, refuge from the daily pressures of the city and life. Three hours away is what Jacomo needs for his physical journey, to get away from the city and his routine life in search of a place, a life or a story never heard, so that he can tell it when he returns. The song explains the search, for places or stories, questioning our own lives and decisions, in search of something much deeper.
A tres horas de la puesta de sol, Jeremy vuela con la esperanza de mantener el sol de sus ojos, al este de la ciudad. Y baja a la cueva en busca de un amo, en busca de un esclavo. A tres horas de Londres, Giacomo es libre llevando sus penas hasta el mar, en busca de una vida para contar cuando esté en casa. En busca de una historia que nunca se ha conocido. A tres horas de hablar, todo el mundo ha volado, no queriendo ser vistos por sí mismos. Tres horas se necesitan para alejarse de todos ellos. Tres horas para preguntarse. Y tres horas para caer. A tres horas del ocaso....
Three Hours - Nick Drake (1969)
PS: Mellum (deserted and uninhabited island). East Frisian Islands, Wadden Sea. Germany.
I don’t need a reason to appreciate this amazing planet but, I have been fortunate enough to find a way to appreciate it. Photography has been my pathway to some beautiful corners of the world and as a photographer I have come to appreciate that, often, the world can be it’s most spectacular when the weather is at it’s most unpleasant.
It was our last morning in Torres Del Paine national park. We would shortly be leaving to cross the border into Argentina and I was back at Lake Pehoe waiting for sunrise.
The weather was miserable. It was raining and the clouds were low and thick with Los Cuernos almost completely obscured. With sunrise almost gone I was sitting on a cliff underneath my rain jacket questioning my sanity when I started to see a slow break in the clouds.
Miserable is beautiful.
"Home To You"
By Sigrid
Couldn't wait 'till I got outside
Wondering, what the world be like
I knew I had to change my mind
Didn't realize it would happen, oh, so soon, oh, so soon
But I see the world so different now
But there's a place by the sea and that's my town
When I don't know what to say
When I don't know what to do
There's a room I need to sit in
Surrounded by my favorite view
And I need a hand to hold
Someone to tell the truth
Would it be okay if I came home to you?
Independence comes with a price
I'm questioning your own advice
But I know I'll be alright
With an open door, no matter what
I do what I do
But I see the world so different now
But there's a place by the sea and that's my town
When I don't know what to say
When I don't know what to do
There's a room I need to sit in
Surrounded by my favorite view
And I need a hand to hold
Someone to tell the truth
Would it be okay if I came home to you
No, I don't wanna keep on calling
When I'm miles away
And you're too far away
Oh, but if I need you to remind me
That nothing has changed
Would it be okay, would it be okay for you?
And I see the world so different now
'Cause there's a place by the sea and that's my town
When I don't know what to say
When I don't know what to do
There's a room I need to sit in
Surrounded by my favorite view
And I need a hand to hold
Someone to tell the truth
Would it be okay if I came home to you?
No, would it be okay if I came home to you?
There they were, hanging from a low branch just over a walkway in the Butterfly House of the Amsterdam Zoo, these two love-bird Butterflies. The name 'owl', obviously, derives from the great Owl-Eye-like spots on their wings. And they are indeed huge Flutterers, too, or more perhaps: Gliders. You can almost hear their Owl-like swoosh as they slide from shadow to shadow, Shadow-Brownish themselves as 'Caligo' suggests.
Why Caligos are often specifically named for heroes of the Trojan War - like Memnon - I don't know. Heroes will of course, be able to stare down anyone questioning or even amused by their public behavior...
to demand the credentials of all statements that claim to be facts. An honorable man will not be bullied by a hypothesis. For in the last analysis, all tyranny rests on fraud, on getting someone to accept false assumptions, and any man who for one moment abandons or suspends the questioning spirit has for that moment betrayed humanity :-)
Bergen Evans, The Natural History of Nonsense, 1946
HBW!! Truth Matters!
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Ever since we have known her, that is for almost 16 years, Neolinchen has had a typical questioning look, especially when she looks at her food bowl! The next moment she often can't get enough...
Percé Rock is a stand out with it’s hole in the middle of the rock island majestically guarding the bay. This is not only a Quebec symbol, but sort of a "land's end", a cultural pilgrimage spot, an amazing UNESCO site... Watching the colors of the rock change with shadows and sun in the early morning sunrise, it leaves you questioning nature and wondering how this happened…
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This dodgy duo have been seen behaving suspiciously in the local area and are wanted for questioning for a number of potential offences against property.
Their MO is to enter a garden whereupon the woman begins to behave oddly and starts digging up various plants or pots and moving them around to other flowerbeds and replanting them whilst her sidekick, the dog, keeps a strategic lookout as caught in this chance photograph.
They are not believed to be dangerous although the woman could well be unhinged as she is often heard spontaneously singing, humming and / or talking to the plants and herself as she moves them hither and thither. There is no better description of her but look out for a woman with very grubby hands and green fingers.
They are sometimes seen in the company of an ageing tramp who goes by the name of Magoo and whom people usually describe as a whack-job with a white stick. On no account approach this ne’er-do-well as he is almost certain to ask you for money, a hidden treasure map or your socks.
Any information to…..
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity."
Quote - Albert Einstein
"Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way
I want you to stay"
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Morning glory
It is said that none of our thoughts are our own entirely, guardians and the higher self are the kindling of ourselves if we ever care to listen. Somewhat perplexed by the expression, "like a bolt from the blue" I've wondered, well what's in the blue that fired the bolt?! If every idea can be an actuality where did the original idea come from? If the mind is not physical and all things atomically created from mostly nothingness.
For many years since my awakening, I have often felt the necessity to expand beyond my physical self, this depleted 2 strand, flesh and bone prison we call being human, in this 5 sense realm of a simulated Earth, which doesn't exist when not looking at it, look up the double slit experiment!
So hence the title, but for now, stuck here!
I hope everyone's weekend went well, new week ahead and so as always, thank you! :)
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ÊTRE PRÉSENT AU MONDE
J’ai fait le plein de naïveté,
Celle qui nous rapproche des évidences premières,
Les beautés naturelles.
Et je suis parti sur les sentiers des grandes prairies, sans projet précis.
Sauf celui d’assumer ma présence au monde.
Ici, le vent, libre de tout entrave,
Fait entendre un murmure fusionnel (le bruit blanc) qui nous aspire en lui.
La nuit venue, l’immensité inégalée du ciel étoilé, transporte l’observateur dans une autre dimension… inhumaine, insaisissable, merveilleuse, cosmique.
Confronté au non-humain, on se fait petit et interrogatif : « Et si nous étions seuls? Vu de là-bas, que sommes-nous? Y a t-il, en nous, une mémoire de nos origines?
J’aurais pu traverser les forêts anciennes, longer les rivages océaniques…
Partout les beautés naturelles engendrent une expérience physiologique et métaphysique qui pénètre la conscience, par tous les sens…
…La rendant plus « présente » au monde naturel, cette capacité atrophiée par l’univers artificiel que la modernité a érigé.
En soi, ces expériences ne changent rien à ce qui va mal sur cette planète.
Mais elles pourraient changer la façon avec laquelle chacun comprendra les enjeux et y répondra en toute conscience. *
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Patrice Photographiste, Chroniques du Monde de Poësia
Inspiré de : Heidi Barr, écrivaine américaine et de Alexandre Lacroix, philosophe, « Devant la beauté de la Nature »
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BE PRESENT TO THE WORLD
I filled up with naivety,
The one that brings us closer to the first evidences,
Natural beauties.
And I set off on the trails of the great prairies, without a specific project,
Except that of assuming my presence in the world.
Here, the wind, free from all hindrances
Makes hear a white noise that sucks us into it.
At nightfall, the unequaled immensity of the starry sky transports the observer to another dimension... inhuman, elusive, marvellous, and cosmic.
Confronted with the non-human, we become small and questioning: “And if we were alone? Seen from there, what are we? Is there, in us, a memory of our origins?
I could have crossed ancient forests, going along the ocean shores…
Everywhere, natural beauty generates a physiological and metaphysical experience that penetrates the consciousness, through all the senses...
…Making it more “present” to the natural world, this capacity atrophied by the artificial universe that modernity has erected.
By themselves, these experiences won’t change what’s wrong on this planet.
But they could change the way everyone understands the issues and responds to them in good conscience. *
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Patrice Photographiste, Chronicles of the Lands of Poësia
Inspired by: Heidi Barr, American writer and Alexandre Lacroix, philosopher, “Devant la beauté de la nature”
“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.”
Albert Einstein
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Voici une des dernières photographies - à ce jour – que j'ai réalisé dans ce paysage. J'aime particulièrement cet endroit et si je reviens volontiers en ces lieux, ne pensez pas que c'est par une quelconque nostalgie, pas du tout. Je me suis posé cette question quand j'ai recherché dans mes archives les images de cette série, la photographie c'est aussi au-delà des apparences, une forme de questionnement. Je me suis interrogé en regardant ces images très proches les unes des autres, un peu comme si à chaque visite mon regard suivait toujours le même chemin. Vilém Flusser dans une conférence (La production photographique) a déclaré: “L'image photographique n'est plus l'image d'un objet mais celle du travail de production de celle-ci”. En fait, j'aime tout bonnement ce petit coin de paysage comme on aime un livre que l'on relit, un film que l'on revoit, une musique qu'on se reprend à écouter encore une fois. Tout ceci n'est finalement qu'une simple histoire de plaisir.
Here is one of the last photographs - to date - that I have taken in this landscape. I particularly like this place and if I gladly come back to these places, don't think it's out of any nostalgia, not at all. I asked myself this question when I searched my archives for images from this series, photography is also beyond appearances, a form of questioning. I wondered while looking at these images very close to each other, a little as if at each visit my gaze always followed the same path. Vilém Flusser in a lecture (Photographic production) said: “The photographic image is no longer the image of an object but that of the work of producing it”. In fact, I quite simply love this little corner of the landscape as one loves a book that one rereads, a film that one sees again, a music that one resumes listening to once again. All this is ultimately just a simple story of pleasure.
Vas'ka sat on the windowsill and watched the birds. I called out to him to take a picture, hence he has such a questioning expression.
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"I don't know how to be anything other than intense.
I don't know how to experience without feeling too much and thinking too much.
I don't know how to sit still and quiet my mind and just be.
I am always searching, always questioning, struggling to find the meaning in everything.
I am passionate and I am deep and even if I am misunderstood, I'm finally ok with that."
*Working Towards a Better World
“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.” - Albert Einstein
I was always fascinated by lonesome and forsaken shacks in the mountains ore woodlands. Everytime I'm questioning myself how it would be to live here. I admit, this one I found near the Eistobel in the allgäu alps is a little bit in need of renovation but the location is absolut idyllic.
Einsame und verlassene Hütten in den Bergen oder im Wald haben mich schon immer fasziniert. Ich stelle mir bei jeder die Frage, wie es wohl sein würde dort zu leben. Zugegeben, diese, die ich in der Nähe des Eistobels im Allgäu gefunden habe ist leicht renovierungsbedürftig doch die Lage ist absolut idyllisch.
This was taken on a recent trip to the Lake District. The peak Autumn colours were particularly beautiful this year but it was also a lot wetter than normal. I set out on a hike from Keswick in one such downpour, questioning my sanity at regular intervals (there are some very nice cafes in Keswick not to mention a fudge shop - perfect for a rainy day). When I got to the summit of Latrigg I could barely see more than a few feet but I did catch a glimpse of blue sky way out in the distance so I decided to stick around. Less than 15 minutes later and we had beautiful clouds, sunshine and breathtaking views. I'm glad I made the effort although it wasn't easy to photograph in the bright sunlight.
P.S. I did pop into the fudge shop on the way back - the lady who runs it convinced me of the health benefits of eating fudge and assured me that it is in fact very low in fat. I did make a small purchase, solely to help support the local economy you understand.
A group of owls is called a Parliament
But they don’t often get together
And when they do, they don’t seem organized to vote.
They seem to mate instead.
Is there something improper about being ruled
by an assembly of loosely connected individuals
constantly questioning “whooooo” in the first place?
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(Fringilla montifringilla - Brambling)
ici un ♂ adulte plumage internuptial
Est voilà depuis hier une 2°série qui remonte vers le Nord et s'arrête au **resto chez Roland**
son regard interrogatif laisse penser à ça..il n'est pas certain... la réputation de ce restaurent devient ..un point crédible, pour reprendre des forces avant de repartir..vers le Nord,
il niche de la Scandinavie à l'extrême est russe dans le continuum de forêts boréales.
C'est un grand migrateur dont l'aire d'hivernage est au sud et disjointe de l'aire de nidification, excepté sur le littoral atlantique scandinave plus doux. Les oiseaux hivernent en Europe de l'Ouest et du Sud, au Maghreb, en Asie mineure, au Moyen-Orient, du sud de la Mer Caspienne au massif himalayen, en Chine orientale et au Japon.
Ce sera ma photo du jour, j'en profite pour vous souhaiter un bon dimanche..!
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(Fringilla montifringilla - Brambling)
here an ♂ adult internuptial plumage
Is since yesterday a 2nd series that goes up to the North and stops at the **restaurant chez Roland**
his questioning look suggests that.. it is not certain... the reputation of this restaurant becomes .. a credible point, to regain strength before leaving. to the North, it nests from Scandinavia to the far east of Russia in the continuum of boreal forests.
It is a highly migratory with a wintering area to the south and disjointed from the nesting area, except on the milder Scandinavian Atlantic coast. .! Birds winter in Western and Southern Europe, the Maghreb, Asia Minor, the Middle East, from the southern Caspian Sea to the Himalayan Mountains, eastern China and Japan.
This will be my photo of the day, I take the opportunity to wish you a good Sunday..!
Sometimes, I think I think too much
Can't stop, my thoughts come all at once
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe who knows
Could've been easy all along
But sometimes, I think I think too much
I think, I think I'm
Searching for answers high and low
I kinda can't stand the usual, oh-oh
I'm certain there's something more that I don't know
And I don't know
But this isn't what I want
Questioning things I can't control
Finding my youth's been getting old
Losing myself when nothing's wrong
But who knows if
Sometimes, I think I think too much
Can't stop, my thoughts come all at once
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe who knows
Could've been easy all along
But sometimes, I think I think too much
I think, I think I'm
Summin' up life in photographs
I'll say I'm alright when someone asks me
If I'm happy
But something ain't right, there's always more than that
There's more than that
I just haven't found the air
Still I'm
Questioning things I can't control
Finding my youth's been getting old
Losing myself when nothing's wrong
But who knows if
Sometimes, I think I think too much
Can't stop, my thoughts come all at once
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe who knows
Could've been easy all along
But sometimes, I think I think too much
Christian French
Yashka always trying to sit or to lay down as close to me as it possible. He always has a questioning look: well, when are we going to play?!
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This is my last photo from my short trip to Rothenburg ob der Tauber. At the end of my night walk I passed this place, the St. Wolfgang Church and I was exited by the almost mystical atmosphere here. Like always, when I'm on places like this I'm questioning myself what this building might have seen since the day of its finalization (what was in this case in the year 1475), and like always I remain without an answer.
Dies ist meine letzte Aufnahme von meinem Kurzbesuch in Rothenburg ob der Tauber. Kurz vor dem Ende meines Abendspazierganges kam ich hier, an der St.-Wolfgangs-Kirche vorbei und war der beinahe mystischen Atmospäre dieses Ortes begeistert. Wie immer an solchen Orten stelle ich mir die Frage, was dieses Bauwerk seit seiner Errichtung (in diesem Fall im Jahre 1475) alles gesehen haben mag. Und wie immer bleibe ich ohne eine Antwort zurück.
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“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”
Albert Einstein
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I wanna run from the apathy
from the questioning tounges
and eyes that just won't come off
and get a job in a industry
where a smile's not required
and complaints are always the same
cause baby you must be so fed up
with a boy that keeps telling you
how much good he's gonna do
when all that is happening 'round here
is happening in here
and nothing gets out there
except for the truth
it's up to you
cause I'm absolutely numb
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@ Kashmir
Some where in Brooklyn
Haven't seen this many people out for a CFE train basically ever, enough to get the townspeople here questioning on Facebook why there was so many people at the tracks.
People killin' people dyin'
Children hurtin', I hear them cryin'
Could you practice what you preach?
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questioning
(Where's the love)
(Where's the love)
We spent the day in San Francisco and just after sunset, headed to a state park I had picked out earlier to van camp for the night. By the time we'd driven bumper to bumper over the 4.5 mile (7 km) long Oakland Bridge, it was dark and foggy. I navigated us through Oakland to Walnut Grove successfully, quite proud of myself. But on the road to the park, my heart sank. We were in a subdivision with house after house after house emerging from the fog. This couldn't possibly be right, and I could feel Don questioning my directions, even though he hadn't said a word...
Out of the gloomy haze, a sign appeared, Mount Diablo State Park - and a little toll house - and a firmly locked gate. Even the dogs let out a discouraged sigh. A knock on Don's window, a ranger asking if we were there to camp. An obliging man who unlocked the gate and waved us in. Up the road on the left, he directed.
Up, indeed. Up, up and up to a campground on the mountain. An empty campground overlooking the twinkling lights of Oakland, the Bridge and San Francisco - all to ourselves. The next morning, Don rolled out quietly while I slept, jolting me when the van came to a sudden stop. He slid open the side door, revealing the eastern view at very top of Diablo. All this fell into my waking eyes.
Sometimes you just get lucky.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Albert Einstein
If you are going through hell, keep going.
Winston S. Churchill
A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning.
Brad Henry
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.
Desmond Tutu
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"Lika moved a little closer as she got back from getting herself a beer, after long minutes of internal debate. She leaned closer to us and asked if we were having fun, the soft spoken friend was desperately trying to talk as loud as she could over the deafening music.
Lya, who was in my arms, turned questioning eyes to me, very much amused by the situation. Being the most extroverted of us three, she knew how in pain we both were at that point. I sighed and lowered my eyes before looking back at Lika and shrugging, making them both burst out in laughter.
Without another minute of hesitation, Lya smiled dazzlingly in our direction and moved swiftly through the crowd, leaving us wondering what she was up to. A few seconds later she was back with 3 bottles of champagne, 3 glasses and Lika's handbag under her arm. She winked at us and made a swift move with her head to indicate the bathroom door. Brows furrowed, I let Lika step ahead first and then followed.
Once inside, Lya locked the door behind us while resting her back against it and said with a sigh :
"- My dear introverts, now is the time for us to REALLY have a party the way we like it !"
That's how the bathroom turned into our very own private nightclub until the early morning, just the way we've always loved it."
Thank you Lika for joining us in this very improvised adventure, so happy we finally got a picture of us three together ! Thank you my Love for your bright ideas, always ♥
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take five of Dave Brubeck ...
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We entered a museum because the outer door was open, however, we were told the museum was closed due to the preparation of a new exhibition.
I said that I had a soft spot for empty rooms and are always interested in the implementation of the ideas and designs of the curator, whether I might take a quick look inside.
Questioning looks were the answer.
I said that I was an architect and that I was used to moving around dangerous construction sites, that I would certainly not hurt myself, and that I would keep an eye on the others.
Oh miracle, they let us enter the rooms alone and there we found these three aluminum ladders and the two wooden ones.
I didn't touch them. To me ... a perfect sculpture of art ...
;-) ...
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to demand the credentials of all statements that claim to be facts. An honorable man will not be bullied by a hypothesis. For in the last analysis, all tyranny rests on fraud, on getting someone to accept false assumptions, and any man who for one moment abandons or suspends the questioning spirit has for that moment betrayed humanity :-)
Bergen Evans, The Natural History of Nonsense, 1946
HMM!! Make the powerful uncomfortable! Vote!
camellia, 'Jacks', our yard, cary, north carolina