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I was questioning whether the sunrise would be colorful or not. Guess there was no need to question. 185/365
September, the china dog, and his partner October, were placed on this mantle on June 14th 1923. Their mission was to observe and absorb human emotion. This they have done without questioning why, and over the decades they have witnessed with their unblinking eyes, joy, fear, loneliness, jealousy, greed, lust and indifference. They continue their silent vigil and one day, the ground will shudder and shake, and they will topple onto the stone hearth below, their mysterious purpose shattered and forgotten.
seen in historic Kirkland House in Ladner B.C. on this day two years ago.
The interest of these walkers in an invisible horizon point can only be clarified by a textual explanation. Before reading it, and this is the whole point of photographic practice, you can imagine a whole host of possible situations: a ship approaching the shore, the activity of a commercial port, the silhouette of a distant shoreline or rock, the contrast of a horizon line between sky and sea... For once, I'm going beyond the potential of the imaginary and giving you the real explanation behind the curiosity of the walkers on the quays of Saint-Jean-de-Luz: a dolphin had been spotted in the immediate vicinity of the beach, and all those who had been informed were trying to locate its fin so that they could follow the animal's movements. For my part, my curiosity as a street-watcher led me to observe the humans.
I'm still alive for the few who are questioning it...Just been busy with stupid life getting in the way
Admiring the enormous landscape in the front and questioning own existence!
Vantage point - Khaliya top (3500 m).
A Wicked Turn
Acte 20
Wasting Time?
He eagerly started to move towards her...
“Almost!”
She said with a giggle, her flashily ringed finger raised again, stopping him as he had started to move towards her as she admonished him…
“Not quite yet! You forgot the most important part of burgling a lady’s chamber! “
Again, he stood staring, not quite knowing what the devil this peculiarly eager to be robbed damsel in distress was going on about now!?
But quite recent experience told him it should be to his thieving benefit to take more precious time and hear her out!
So, he stood questioningly waited to hear what the most important part was?
Which she then, quite helpfully, spelled it all out to him…
“You didn't check the lingerie drawer, Gaston! Any real burglar would have done so!”
He observed her winking at him …
“Come along Gaston l, get into your role my darling…!”
He looked at her, smirking to himself…
“Indeed, lady, I will!”
Curiously He turned and looked down upon the drawer in the stand next to her bed.
“No silly, still in the drawer beneath my now pilfered jewel case!”
She was looking down mischievously at the Drawers set in the ancient oak antique Chippendale dresser.
He turned, hesitating…
Should dear Gaston know which one it was?
He decided to just start at the top and began opening them one by one and pray he did not invoke her to start having any doubts as to his true nature!
He went over and started to pull open the top drawer.
She could be heard giggling in the background…
“Moved it on you didn’t I from the last time!? “
Her most welcomed words relived a bit of his anxiety, the gig was still not up, she still hadn’t guessed that he was the real thing, and not some love lost Beau sadly burdened with the moniker of Gaston, of all things!
“Ahh, there you go my darling!”
She said as he opened the next…
The drawer was found to contain, as promised, piles of wispy thin satin and silks, in all colours of a shimmering rainbow! Curious as to what further riches he was meant to find, he greedily swirled the expensive lingerie about, soon finding a pile of glistening silver all carefully laid out on one side.
A silver brush comb and matching mirror, all studded with jewelled handles, and a pair of silver handcuffs!
He lifted the jewelled vanity pieces...
He had once drooled over a similar set discovered in a museum's case!
“Oops, she giggled, forgot those were there, just leave ‘em luv!”
But he continued to place them into the case at his feet and was surprised when she did not protest.
Instead, she said reasonably…
“But of course, they are jewelled, just be careful with ‘em please my darling?”
Buy then he was already curiously looking inside, lifting the handcuffs…
He heard his victim give out a hoarse moan behind him!
The handcuffs and keys he lifted and threw on the satin comforter of the bed, wondering how many times she and her Gaston had put them to use?
He picked up the now quite hefty leather pouch and looked over at his smirking victim.
“Come mister thief!”
She instructed lustfully …
“Finally time to do your worst!”
“With pleasure” he murmured to himself, studying most hypnotic swaying of her long jewelled earrings…
“To all my just gratification, Madam!”
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. In the heart of summer and wearing a shirt, waistcoat, jacket and thick coat - such is the unpredictability of Scottish weather. Enjoy!
In 1882, another architectural contest was held, involving 189 architects. This time the winner, the architect of Frankfurt, Paul Wallot, would be able to execute his project. On June 9, 1884, the first stone was finally laid by William I. Before the construction was completed, in 1894, William died (1888, the year of the three emperors), and his successor, William II of Germany, Questioning the parliamentary institute. The original building was acclaimed especially for the construction of an original glass and steel dome, a masterpiece of the technique of the era.
The current German parliament is called the Bundestag. In today's use, the German word Reichstag is therefore mainly related to the building.
In 1992 Sir Norman Foster won another architectural contest for the reconstruction of the building. His winning project appeared very different from what was then executed. Before the start of the reconstruction, the Reichstag was "packed" by the Bulgarian-US artist Christo in 1995, in an event attracting millions of visitors.
During the reconstruction, the palace was completely emptied, removing everything except the exterior walls, including all the changes made by Baumgarten's work of the sixties. The parliamentary seats were transferred to the Reichstag in April 1999. Reconstruction is widely regarded as a success and has become a tourist attraction because the Reichstag, and especially the large glass dome that was erected on the roof in memory of the original Of 1894, provide one of the most attractive panoramas for Berlin visitors, giving a remarkable view of the city, especially at night. The dome is open to the public under reservation.
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Nel 1882, si tenne un altro concorso architettonico, cui parteciparono 189 architetti. Questa volta il vincitore, l'architetto di Francoforte, Paul Wallot, sarebbe riuscito ad eseguire il suo progetto. Il 9 giugno 1884, la prima pietra fu finalmente posata da Guglielmo I. Prima che la costruzione venisse completata, nel 1894, Guglielmo I morì (1888, l'anno dei tre imperatori), e il suo successore, Guglielmo II di Germania, mise in discussione l'istituto del parlamento. L'edificio originale fu acclamato soprattutto per la costruzione di una originale cupola di vetro e acciaio, un capolavoro della tecnica dell'epoca.
L'attuale parlamento tedesco si chiama Bundestag. Nell'uso odierno, il termine tedesco Reichstag si riferisce quindi principalmente all'edificio.
Nel 1992 sir Norman Foster vinse un altro concorso architettonico per la ricostruzione dell'edificio. Il suo progetto vincente appariva molto diverso da quello che fu poi eseguito. Prima dell'inizio della ricostruzione, il Reichstag, nel 1995, fu "imballato" dall'artista bulgaro-statunitense Christo, in un evento che attrasse milioni di visitatori.
Durante la ricostruzione, il palazzo fu completamente svuotato, togliendo tutto ad eccezione dei muri esterni, compresi tutti i cambiamenti fatti dal lavoro di Baumgarten degli anni sessanta. I seggi del parlamento furono trasferiti al Reichstag nell'aprile 1999. La ricostruzione viene ampiamente considerata un successo ed è diventata un'attrazione turistica anche perché il Reichstag, e soprattutto la grande cupola di vetro che è stata eretta sul tetto in memoria dell'originale del 1894, forniscono una delle panoramiche più attraenti per i visitatori di Berlino, dando una vista notevole della città, specialmente di notte. La cupola è aperta al pubblico sotto prenotazione
“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.”
~Albert Einstein
To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it;
To woo and tempt and count a bliss, and not attain it;
To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly;
To watch the sunset in the west without regretting;
To hail its advent in the east, the night forgetting;
To smother care in happiness, and grief in laughter;
To hold the present close, not questioning the hereafter;
To have enough to share, to know the joy of giving;
To thrill with all the sweets of life -- that's living.
Unknown
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The Search For Validation. 💟
Last time I checked, there wasn’t a scale for kindness, morality or sense of humour. There wasn’t a grade system for your ability to be swept away inside a beautiful song, or a book, or a poem. There’s no number that can be assigned to the impact your art can have on others, or the way your lover holds you when you come home defeated after a bad day.
I love social media, and I think it can bring all kinds of beautiful things into people’s lives - connection, art, sharing someone else’s joys, the bond of humanity across cultures. Social media essentially brought me a career in something I love, so I owe social media quite a lot.
That said, I’ve found it quite difficult to separate my art from the number that sits next to it. I’ve struggled with not questioning myself when faced with 200+ souls clicking a button to unfollow my work each time I share a new piece. Social media is rewiring us to find our validation in our phone screens, and I can promise you - it’s not there.
I’ve decided to start up a blog - somewhere with no measurements or numbers - to put all my thoughts and behind the scenes. My first post is the making of this image, as well as my journey of social media, and how it’s affected my self esteem. It feels exciting to be taking care of my “art & soul” (see what I did there?) a bit better!
Saw a post on FB about someone questioning their building ability because everyone else's looked so much better ... just remember we all start somewhere.
One Roll of Film for 52 Weeks is a film photography project with very few rules. The rules are to shoot one roll of film every week for 52 weeks and post it to their website, simple stuff. I am still questioning my sanity in starting the project at the beginning of winter which is a season I really don't embrace.
Follow this link to see more images marysmyth.com/2017/01/15/one-roll-of-film-for-52-weeks-we...
I have three types of lilies in the pond. This one is the tropical lily. It does not bloom in the winter months. All winter long I was questioning the decision to try the tropical lily since the other two bloom year round. Since it has started blooming, I am no longer questioning that decision. The blooms are beautiful and adds a nice change for the warmer months. Maybe I should say hotter months. The past winder was so mild it felt more like spring than winter.
The greenery in the background is from the aquatic sensitive plant or what some call peanuts because of the shape of the little yellow flowers on that plant. The sensitive plant has long stems and is covered with those little yellow flowers. It provides a nice nursery for the mosquito fish and a home for the smallest bluegill.
This golden crowned sparrow was hopping around the dirt for food. With the head cocked like this, it looked questioning to me! Near the Willamette in Downtown Portland.
We are born helpless, but while growing older, we think that our knowledge is superior to the experience of the ones that live what still lies ahead of us. We are rebellious, impatient and dogmatic. Through the years, we increasingly become convinced that who we are, what we do and how we think is the ultima ratio - a protagonist who wants to stand out above the crowd.
We are captured in a blunted actuality but are still depending on the love and grace of those who surround us.
Life is fragile, life is complicated and the maintenance of our personal reality is always in danger. So perhaps at one point, the validity of the known is questioned: normality becomes the exception, and the exception becomes the lonely straw one clutches on.
While trying not to drown in the sea of anger, fear, and uncertainty, we might reason with ourselves. Rewriting our story by questioning who we are, what we do and what we believe - an opportunity to become a protagonist who stands out above the crowd.
Life is vivid, life is unsteady, life is full of eventualities.
Gloomy skies had me questioning a morning hike, but I'm glad we went - it turned out to be a beautiful morning.
Your head is yellow, just like mine is! You look kinda new in town! I haven't seen you around before have I?He stood there like this for 15 minutes, telling the ball every phrase that he knew! Quite a character he is!
DMIR 402 leads a short local freight south toward Proctor Minnesota. The DMIR 402 is an SD40-3 built from a former Southern Pacific SD45T-2. The conductor was probably questioning what the vehicle was doing pacing them for 20 miles or more at 45 or so miles an hour while people leaned out of the truck tacking pictures of the train.
Leaving Lake Yosemite I stopped the car seeing this pretty little Western Scrub Jay looking for breakfast in the grass...shot this out the passenger side window with my 500mm lens.
Will be gone most of the day and will catch up with you as soon as I can.
For that twinkle in his eye, please view Large On Black
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Isn't it funny, life gets on top of you and you find yourself questioning things: Why am I bothering with this shit? So what if I post a stupid fuckin' flower photo? At this moment, maybe here just ain't the right place to showcase my creativity?
Ha! Fortunately (...or not, depending on your point of view) , I have a couple of beers and all those questions go down the drain like the ending to White Punks on Dope.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Is that alright? Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"Akino tetoron wa teijin desu."
If at all interested, zip up to the 6:35 minute to see what I'm on about: 'White Punks on Dope' - The Tubes.
*Note: all textures my own, unless specifically credited.
No simplicity of mind, no obscurity of station, can escape the universal duty of questioning all that we believe.
William Kingdon Clifford
#AbFav_VALENTINE_DAY_ 💝
Love me without fear
Trust me without questioning
Need me without demanding
Want me without restrictions
Accept me without change
Desire me without inhibitions
For a love so free....
Will never fly away.
By Dick Sutphen
Keep your heart pure, don't clutter it with a book-keeping of lies.
Keep your love, as tender and sweet as these petals...
Lead and enjoy a good life, do and say things that enrich... and do not forget to tell the people close to you, how much you love them!
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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This cute little girl was a demon … Always running, questioning, capturing our attention …
I baptised her Lei, a forename whos stands in Chinese for restless, hyper dynamic … For a short while, when I took her portrait, she was rather calm …
See also :
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Cette adorable petite fille était un véritable démon… Toujours en train de courir, de questionner, de capter notre attention…
Je l'ai baptisée Lei, un prénom qui signifie en chinois « agitée », « hyper dynamique »… Pendant un court instant, lorsque j'ai pris son portrait, elle était plutôt calme…
Voir aussi :
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These Hoodoos of the Southwest always get me questioning time and how their Existence will go on for so much longer then we could possibly imagine,- again reminding me to enjoy everyday for what it is and how important it is to do what you Love!🙏
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when we contemplate the mysteries of eternity, of life and the marvellous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery everyday. Never lose a holy curiosity."
~Albert Einstein
Thanks to Kim Klassen
for February Magic and February Magic Edges. I processed this following one of Kim's tutorials in her Test Kitchen.
This is the last of the mums for now. I picked up this bowl at Value Village in Peterborough some time ago. Always on the look-out for photo props, vases and bowls.
The dog's questioning and at the same time calm look struck me. Also the position of the owner and the fisherman has something deamlike.
One thing I've learned about photography, sometimes you have to go off of your gut feelings. Just basically saying, you know what, I'm going out into the field regardless of the outcome. This particular outing with my buddy Paul Rojas, we had plans on heading to central Utah. This was a trip that we had planned months in advance, but had to change our plans at the VERY last minute due to horrible weather conditions in the area. We changed our plans and decided to head Trona Pinnacles.
Here's where the adventure begins. I've driven in adverse conditions before, but this....this was some other level stuff. The minute I hit the park boundary of Death Valley heading to Trona, it was a torrential downpour. The roads were starting to flood the further into the valley I went. I was hydroplaning all over the place. I had my windshield wipers going at the highest speed and it wasn't doing a damn thing. At this point I contemplated turning around several times, and starting questioning myself, what the hell am I doing driving in the middle of the desert, in a storm, at 3am? Who does that? And to further clarify my statements about the torrential rain, this was the weekend that Death Valley got hit with all the flash floods.
By time I arrived at Trona, my brain was completely fried from all the white knuckle driving I had been doing for the past 2 1/2 hours. When it was all said and done, In the end we were blessed with a Toyota 4 Runner stuck in clay/mud(Paul and I playing in the mud AGAIN...another story) and absolutely killer conditions. It was worth all the stress and tight butt cheeks....would do it again? Yes, in a heartbeat!
Peace and Love
You can't help noticing its Tudor ('revival') architecture from far away. It's only 'semi-fake' as it was built from the timber of two large sailing ships (when Britannia ruled the seas), despite purists questioning its adherence to period and style...
More important, it is a living monument of the British prowess in commerce. Once mocked by Napoleon as 'a nation of shopkeepers', locals respond with 'Yes, and we are proud of it!' . Arthur Liberty's legacy is a gem in London's retail landscape.
Little old me has been somewhat distant just lately I have been questioning what path I should take or if I should just sit on the embankment watching the world go by!
Don't panic I have no intentions of transisioning I cant even spell it let alone go though with it.
The questioning was more how to control my social media, do I stay here or move on or just disappear from the radar. The more normal things I do as Helen the distant I feel I am becoming from the community.
Does that sound odd?
Anyway after an evening with Janet it became clear I had just got bogged down on very muddy part of the path. So all is well and back to normal.
I think the outfit helped this is really what Helen likes to wear in the colder months I really should try to stop being what others want me t be.
Could I really pass as a man?
Just so as you know this photo is a true image no manipulation to make things look bigger slimmer or filtered to death for a better complexation.
So how comfortable would you be as a guy if this walked into your toilet and stood behind you in que for a cubicle or if I walked past you in a changing room down at the swing pool? what would you thing if you saw this walking out of the sea topless? would nit really be safe to expect this to go into men's private spaces alone. should this person walk home alone at the dead of night? do you see a guy or a vulnerable woman?
These are the questions people should ask along side questioning us.
Whatever happen to that lad I was when I first joined flickr all those years ago?