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Betty & Veronica (2018-) # 3
“Senior Year, Pt. 3: Winter”: Betty’s severely questioning her college options while Veronica’s father meddles with her college plans once more—she’s upset, but something happens that makes it even harder for her to tell him how she feels.
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers # 36
The newly-assembled Power Rangers put everything on the line to win the battle but now a war has begun...and it's one they never anticipated! But if Grace thought her new team had time, she's wrong—the universe itself is collapsing!
True Believers: Captain Marvel - The New Ms. Marvel (2019) # 1
Published: February 27, 2019
Reprinting Ms. Marvel (1977) # 20!
Superior Spider-Man (2018-) # 3
Outpowered and outclassed by Terrax, Otto Octavius somehow turns himself into the COSMICALLY POWERED SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN! This may not be enough to defeat Terrax, but even if it is, is the world ready for an Otto Octavius with this level of power?!
I know I do this questioning a lot and it comes across as self doubt and all that jazz it might even seem I am looking so comments. In truth I like to know if what you see is what I see or at feel. Now I know we don't always look good and sometimes we pass effortlessly and others we come across as sea monsters.
Last night I went out with a lovely group of friends (sorry no photos) Kay, Jenn, Amanda and my wife. We all had differing looks and as my wife is a retro girl I decided not to compete and sport a different style to hers.
I felt the complete woman and was totally happy with my look even if it was a little typical tranny lol, while sat eating I was thinking what the other customers were seeing, then I wondered what you would think if you happened to be sitting on a table next mine?
This is getting a little lost in translation. Basically if you saw me sitting opposite you as I am above what would your thoughts be. Be honest I will only block you if I don't like the reply lol. I won't really xxxx
In response to those questioning if I was out on the water Dec 23, 2016, this is my answer.
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118/100 Paddles, 2016
Thank you to all who have been following this tale, and the pictures...
For this is the final end of both.
Just a reminder
The pictures that accompany this Tale tell a story of their own, and not one that matches the Tale being told in words.
A Wicked Turn
Acte 29
Lilly Unmasked
She stood hovering over him, smiling happily.
She intentionally was close enough that her brooch, and breasts, were teasingly hitting his nose!
“I had Supposed my friend, that I had given you ample enough lead!
He looked up at her questioningly
She reached down and played with her bright broach, hanging from her gown, positioned between her (very) perked breasts!
“Enough opportunity that you would have had this also from me! Imagine my surprise to still feel it prickling in its place untouched !!”
She held it glittering in front of his eyes...
She could see, that and despite his predicament, he wanted it!
Smirking she reached behind the brooch and unhooked it.
Then she leaned over, and placing her hands around his head, gently moved it forwards so that his mouth was touching the brooch.
She then moved up, making his mouth pull up the brooch till it came away from her gown and landed in his lap.
She twittered as she took in in hand, and slipped it down inside his pants, brushing along a now very wilted ‘John Thomas’
“There!”
She said, rising…
“That jobs done! I’ll retrieve it later Mr. Burglar!”
She went to the side of the room, as his eyes followed, and pulling out his full leather pouch from underneath the bed, picked it up and carried it triumphantly to the table.
He swore, chastising himself under his breath…
He had been just that close to reclaiming Mariette’s Jewels! But he still harboured hopes of a second chance reclaiming them before the light of daybreak!!
“So quite nice of you to bring me poor Mariette ’s jewels, my sweet burglar.”
She ran her fingers under his chin, tickling with her long fingernails, coloured to match her gown!
She purred evilly…
“How did you leave her then?
Hopefully, you stripped her of everything, then left her tied up and struggling!”
Despite himself, his ‘John Thomas’ began to prick up at this, something Lilly noticed!
“Good, Mariette deserved for that to happen!”
Lilly shivered with delight while saying this as she opening the pouch and began to rummage through it!
She selected the silvery case that had been collected from the master bedroom from inside the leather pouch!
Opening the case in front of his nose, he saw the shimmering pile of white diamonds and red rubies twinkling from inside.
She sat the silver case down on the table and reaching again inside his leather pouch, retrieved the antique jewelled mirror.
Saying as she admired herself in its reflection.
“I’ve always admired this mirror; glad you were able to steal it away from poor Mariette!”
Using the mirror, she put in the dangling earrings of the ruby stoned set, admiring their reflection in the mirror as she did so, with a sidelong glance to make sure her prisoner was watching!
He most decidedly was!
His drooling eyes were as wide as a deer caught in headlights!
Next, she pulled out the long glittering ruby necklace and faced him, the jewels dangling daringly in her hand…
She held up the necklace of rubies…
“You like these sir? I could tell!
she said enticingly waving the jewelled piece in front of his masked face, before elegantly fastening it around her throat, where they cascaded down in a most beckoningly manner.
She admired their shimmering reflection in the ornate silver jewelled hand mirror, smirking to herself!
Yes, he thought drooling over the enticing sight, he did like them, quite a bit actually, and would take as much great pleasure in recovering them from her as he had taken them from hapless Mariette!
He squirmed in his seat at the thought, causing Lilly to giggle!
She murmured…
“Poor Mariette!” Must ‘ave been devastated when she finally realized you weren’t that prat Gaston, and discovering the ending of her fine little game altered against her!
So, she knew he thought, and pondered what was in store for him now?!
Still prattling on about poor Mariette, Lilly continued to pull out the other ruby-encrusted pieces of the matching set.
Saucily dangling each piece tauntingly in front of his masked eyes…
Before slowly, carefully adorning her svelte brown satin clad figure with the fiery red glamorous little buggers!
When she had finished, Lilly stood before him and gave him her full attention.
He in return stared at her, keeping his expression poker-faced and unreadable
“I’m so sorry Mr. Burglar, did you still want these?”
She leaned over him, teasingly playing with jewels so that they flickered in the candles basking soft light.
He most certainly did want them, and his cuffed hands moved, his fingers flexing, itching to reclaim them from that deliciously lovely soft figure!
His mind’s eye quickly played out how he would have his revenge upon that pretty figure!
If only he could get his hands free, and he did so try very hard to do so at that moment!
Sensing his frustration, and maybe realizing what tiger she had by the tail, she smiled teasingly….
And backed away, taking her quite fetching figure and frenziedly sparkling jewels vexingly out of reach...
She went on….
“But they now belong to Lilly don’t they, my sweet burglar ?… However, there is something I can give you my dear…”
Then, looking once again ever like the cat eyeing the canary in his cage, Lilly unzipped her satin gown and let it slip down liquidly down from her figure.
She was now standing before him naked, her figure clad only in her jewels!
She reached over and pulled up and lifted off the black burglar’s mask, smiled deviously into his eyes, causing him to feel more than a slight prickling discomfort from down below as his ‘john Thomas’ rose to new eclectic heights!
She spoke with a whimsically foxy look spreading along her face as she pulled her long red hair up.
“So, Mr burglar? Did you like me better as a blonde?”
He sagely shook his head no, smiling into his wife Lilly’s hazel eyes!
she whispered deliciously to her husband, tickling him under the chin with ringed fingers, ….
“Game, Set and Match.. my darling role-playing thief!”
(Mariette/Lilly ) looked with sweet innocence down upon Michael, her husband (Mari in French), costumed as the cat burglar whom she had been calling Gaston/Mr. Burglar all evening!
He found the look upon her sly smiling face with her foxy grin, to be quite most enchanting… as it was, it always was!
Then Michael, with an even wider grin, spoke aloud for only the second time thus far this evening…
“The note luv, how did you know I was going to leave you there like that, and …where did you ever come up with the silly name of Gaston for me?”
“You’re a man my love, and like most, an easy predator to read!”
She tickled under his chin, then continued
“The names Gaston and Mariette? Got them all from the same place; from that old movie, we saw some time ago, where the thief claimed to be reformed in order to steal their jewel’s! Did you forget dearest? But then, you may have had other things on your mind tonight my darling!”
Lilly twittered as she rubbed a hand alongside his face, rings and bracelet delightfully shooting out blazing sparks.
He started to rise but was held firm by the handcuffs, damn he though, forgot about them, this was her part of the role play now, toying with the captured burglar!
Regaining his composure, he smiled and retorted
“Must have forgotten luv?
She squealed happily…
“So, you don’t remember the movie!”
“So you thought from the note, that Lilly was just going to be a second jewelled victim in the game needed to be robbed by the daring burglar!?
Lilly Scolded,
“No no no my sweet”…
“Lilly in the movie was a thief also, just like Gaston! Should have paid more attention to the movie Luv, and less to what your wife was wearing tonight naughty lad!”
And she tickled him underneath the chin in playful rebuff, Before going on...
“History always repeats itself my luv, and you should have been on the lookout for a trap from Lilly!”
Still trying unsuccessfully to recall the flick, he asked…
“So Gaston was taken in by Lilly in the also movie then?”
Lilly looked down upon her husband with a sly grin…
“He certainly was! And like tonight the thief Gaston” was successfully lured to his doom! “
As his wife explained, Her eyes had taken on a lustful glaze, and she bent down to him, her necklace swinging as provocatively as the expression on her face!
Wholeheartedly she kissed her husband as he tried unsuccessfully to raise his arms to her.
Giggling, she broke off and stood back, cheekily studying the bound “burglar” before her with a quite becoming self-satisfied smirk upon her charming face!
Then, again playing with the necklace, she smugly whispered down to him…
“But unlike poor Mariette, this necklace is safe from your clutches, as are the rest of my jewels!”
Shaking his head clear, trying to focus on how the game was turning against him, wondering how he could buy time to still get his hands on his wife’s jewels and come out, ahem! on top…
Then Michael tried to buy time by asking …?
“How did you slip out of here, get the pouch, and sneak back inside without me catching you then luv? Was that part of the movie also?”
He thought to himself that he needed to find the name of the movie to watch it again, and check his wife’s story about what had transpired….
He looked up at his wife’s smug face as she appeared to be about to answer his question…
“My secret!” she purred scrunching down…
“When your Lilly does not want to be caught, she won’t be... Words to the wise ‘Mr burglar’ …..and now that I have caught you my pet…..The game is up, and the last move will be mine!”
“La reine checmates son roi “
she whispered, in French, into his ear!
Bringing her jewels up close, whence they teasingly started sparkling radiantly in his eyes, like cascading rainbows of fiery colours , causing him to squint…
a zipper is heard being slowly pulled down
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Please allow me the break the fourth wall here...
Swiftly, if not modestly, the tales’ scene now cuts to the outside of the moonlit glen with the stone cottage in view. The candle is still flickering in the window… The difference is that now a pair of shadows can be seen moving about indecipherably inside the window’s view of the room…
If one moves closer, stealthy like a thief in the night, and listens in, the silence is quietly broken inside by a male voice asking,
But what was the name of the Movi….?
The last word is cut off abruptly with a heartfelt grunt and what may be described as a suckling noise can be heard!
Soon followed by male moans intertwined by the sounds of a girl’s deliciously mischievous giggling, a bit muffled like she may have something large in her mouth!
And, giving the couple inside their bit of privacy…
The story fades out here and ends!
Despite the lifelong questioning, angst and confusion over my motivations I have about my transvestism I do know one thing, I truly love doing it! Increasingly, I find myself withdrawing and though I was never actually socialising as a transvestite, I feel in the current climate I should be more cautious and ensure I keep my activities very private and avoid any form of risk that may cause me to be outed.
I’ve noticed increasing hostility in both peoples attitudes and the media awards transgender people and to my dismay, publicly views are becoming polarised on both sides of the argument. I have in the past encountered negative and hostile experiences from within the rans community to my own personal feelings on my cross-dressing which has only made me feel in order to gain the most enjoyment I should avoid contact with others.
The current political situations are feeling more militant in general and I feel things are going backwards just now. I find the whole thing unnerving and I fear if I were to be discovered as a transvestite it would hurt my family. This is a prospect I cannot bear to even imagine so I think for me keeping things as private as possible is the safest choice.
You may ask then why am I posting here on Flickr? Despite my concerns and fears I still find I need some emotional outlet for my transgendered self and so, for now, I am using Flickr. It has not always been a comfortable place for me but cannot escape my need to have some existence as a woman. My Flickr photo stream is where the female aspect of me can feel alive. I do fear being undermined but I find writing alongside my pictures is a great hep to me in not being to contained about my transvestism. It is a risk and I feel certain one day it will be my undoing as I continue to post but it as an outlet that is helping me express my thoughts and the memories of actually cross-dressing as a woman.
My cross-dressing activities are limited, very rare and undeniably precious. Most men have no desire to dress amp and try to look like women so think we are weird for doing it. I don’t really understand why I desire to do it. I have at times thought I knew but my thoughts are never consistent. I do know I love it and feel amazing so that is good, a lovely reward for me. I do fear though what others would say if they found out. I have heard some very anti-transgender conversations recently in the workplace, many between women. It made me aware that attitudes with some people are not positive towards trans people. A few years ago I was rather hopeful as acceptance seemed to be improving in a positive direction. Political changes in the last few years seem to have set things back and made me wary.
I was considering my use of Flickr as I only visit fleetingly. I literally dip in and out of it about once a week. The act of posting a picture or video is the thing I need to do so the female she of me feels alone in some way. After that, I bide my time for the next, what I feel to be reckless posting as past history has proven to me that expressing one’s feelings can lead to derision.
As I mentioned though, I need an outlet so I go ahead and post. I’ll admit I dare not even look at anything I post once it is on Flickr. It is the actually act of posting that is fulfilling a need. If anyone were to comment on my postings I’m not sure I have the nerve to read them. I have never been confident about my cross-dressing abilities, I never have been and I’m unlikely to be in the future, it’s simply how I always feel about it. I actually feel less confident of my efforts as I get older. I think it's an ability you either have or you haven't. I've never believed I ever had the skills to look female but I definitely have the aspiration! I understand now that my expression of my female side is an activity that is always going to be one I do alone. I’m not depressed by that, so don’t think I seek sympathy as I do not. I actually feel safe with that scenario and more at ease as I am minimising the risks I fear that could undo me.
I accept others will hold different views to my own and have different experiences relating to their cross-dressing ll I am seeking is a scenario that I can feel comfortably and safe with and avoid any potential negative experiences. i do adore easing up as a woman and will admit to having worked on my physicality to favour looking more male than male. I don’t mean I have undergone any medical treatments or surgery, it’s more simple than that. I have worked keeping my weight down to have a better feminine looking figure and I have maintained shaped and groomed eyebrows for many years now as well as shaving my legs, chest and arms regularly. I also try to avoid developing a muscular look as I want my legs and arms to look more feminine than masculine.
All these little efforts are things that are worthwhile when I get an opportunity to apply make-up and wear a dress and high heel shoes and enter a more feminine world in my head. This picture is a still frame from a recent video (February 2019) which I felt captured my sheer joy at appearing as my female self, I was full of euphoria that night. Such moments are o powerful and the memory burns within me fora very long time.
Originally a European plant that was used to execute Socrates and others. induces death by suffocation ( paralysis of the respiratory nerves ). Socrates got himself in trouble with the ruling class in ancient Anthens because they considered him a pain in the backside . He questioned everything they did and they didn't like it and eventually they took him into custody, tried him, and gave him the death sentence. They left him a way out of the situation and that was to just stop interfering and questioning everything they did. I guess he drank the hemlock to prove a point.
November 07, 2015
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing." - Albert Einstein
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A rather quiet day around the house; started out by meeting Nard and Jo for breakfast, then came home and sort of puttered around the house until Dawn sent me a message asking for use of my washing machine.
It seems I have the largest washing machine in the neighbourhood, so this isn't a strange request, especially when it comes time to wash duvets and king sized blankets.
I wasn't feeling very creative or motivated to go for a walk today, so just a portrait of Dawn's daughter examining the bird seed from one of my bird feeders while her Mom was in my house dealing with her laundry needs.
Not my best photo of her, but it does highlight her continuous curiosity.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
Click "L" for a larger view.
Many people are questioning the unfettered power of the U.S. Supreme Court after some very controversial and disappointing recent decisions. I came across this sentiment painted onto a local sidewalk on my morning walk today.
The same ultra-conservative Supreme Court has decided that state laws that preclude open-carry of guns are unconstitutional and at the same time, a woman has no constitutionally documented right over what happens in her womb. So we are forced to bear children that we don't want, or can't afford to bring up, just to have them killed in school shootings.... :(
My 365-2022: #188 of 365
This is one from an ongoing series trying to catch the ferry going along the horizon in long exposure. I'm only down in Swanage once every couple of months and with weather, tides and daylight hours all varying, it's taking a while to catch it. The timetable seems to have changed, so I missed it again.
Out at night, with a high tide and thick rain thrashing against the rocks, I shot this one anyway, and kept it for the impression it gives of the storm - that purple sky is SOOC. By the time I'd finished (this is a twenty minute exposure!), the tide had trapped me on the point and I had to climb up the crumbling defense tower to escape.
The more I take pictures, the more I realise bad weather outclasses good every time. I'm lucky now to have a supposedly weatherproof camera, but I also protect it with a thick bubble wrap sheet clipped on with a flexible ruler!
Have a wonderful week everyone!
The important thing is to not stop questioning :-)
― Albert Einstein
HPPT!!
little theater rose garden, Raleigh, north carolina
Back to what I know today - welcome to texture central.
Joe and Ben caused a mini-riot at my mum and dad's today, Lydia went over to say bye to my sister as she's going back to Doncaster tomorrow and the kids, having had a few late nights in a row, decided to kick off big-time.
So when I walked in the door from work I was met with a teary-eyed Joe and Ben already in bed. This was before 6pm.
Now Lydia's questioning whether she should still be working as she's running herself ragged trying to fit everything in.
I hate days like this, it's not nice to get home from a busy day at work and see your family tired and upset with each other. I imagine that most people can identify with this situation but it's still not cool.
Things calmed down pretty quick, the good thing about me coming home was that I wasn't involved in what happened earlier so I could try and deal with the situation with a clear head.
It was just one of those days y'know - I'm the lucky one to not have been involved, and I'm sure tomorrow will be better.
I'd love it if Lydia didn't have to work . . . well, I suppose she doesn't have to work but it certainly helps financially - the most important thing is that she's happy though, and I'd take a bit less money in a heartbeat for Lydia to be a bit more relaxed. She does so much for her three boys (me included) and she deserves to not have to work if she doesn't want to.
She's worried that she doesn't spend enough time with Joe and Ben while they're little, and I can see what she means but she's an intelligent girl and I wouldn't want her to be stuck at home going stir crazy, nor would I want her to have a job that she doesn't find fulfilling. Whatever she decides I'll back her decision 100% though, she always makes the right choices . . . she's way cleverer than me!
Anyways, she seems much better now she's watched Will & Grace.
And the shot? There's no thought or preperation behind it, it was just a case of standing in front of the camera until I got something I thought I could work with, I didn't have time for much else and didn't want to spend ages taking photos while there were more important things to sort out.
I did try something new tonight though, instead of doing my usual trick of upping the clarity in Lightroom I went the opposite way. What I found was that it softened the shot without detracting from the detail and I quite liked the effect.
It's probably not noticeable to anyone but me as I saw the before and after images but I feel like I've found something new to consider playing around with in the future.
There's three or four textures layered over the original image, including one of my own I took at my parent's house last week - light shining through glass and making a ripple effect on the wall. And I think I duplicated one of the layers (the grungy wall one) to lighten the image, one layer set to multiply and the other to overlay in the layer blending options.
I like it even though it's not very adventurous.
examination
One of my favorite Coldplay songs:
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow"
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all "Yellow"
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn on into something beautiful
And you know
You know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cause you were all "Yellow"
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all "Yellow"
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn on into something beautiful
And you know
For you I'd bleed myself dry
For you I'd bleed myself dry
It's true, look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
I have promenaded into a state of constant questioning of what I value.
Long distance love is unnecessary yet I have chosen it. Believe in what I'm doing I do, though I yearn to be elsewhere.
Sun sets, quiet settles and my mind, heart, soul and reason rocket around within my body, considering not the overturning of my world they cause.
1048 miles west.
Commitment battles spontaneity.
Belief and belief clash.
The choice is mine, I can have any of the 100 juices bottled up and displayed in the fridge case. I study them for a while, afraid of choosing one I won't like as much as the next one. Follow familiarity?
So rich is this life full of wonder and desire.
Time heals.
I'm still learning myself.
"Never straight always forward." ~Julie McP.
Questioning what?
At Burning Man 2016...
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Immediately following the procedure, I began questioning my decision to go with a cut-rate plastic surgeon.
For Our Daily Challenge: Plastic
Also for Sliders Sunday
HSS, folks!
No questioning the heritage of this GTW GP38-2, it's recycled Rock. GTW liked four-axle power for its extensive auto business and during the early 1980s, picked up second hand units from the Rock Island and P&LE. Still wearing its Rock blues, No. 5853 is seen at the Elsdon Yard engine terminal, in October 1981.
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. 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 each day."
Albert Einstein
I truly can't wait to revisit Glacier National Park in Montana. It is unbelievably beautiful and I feel so blessed to have spent the better part of a week there last year. The views are breath taking and when splashed with light and color it's hard to comprehend what you are seeing. I found myself questioning myself if I was dreaming quite often.
This here is Mount Wilbur standing boldly over Swiftcurrent Lake as Mother Nature casted her spell upon the scene. A serious nature buzz settled over my body as the sunset colors were revealed
© Bob Bowman - Bob Bowman Photography
Single Dried Bay Leaf
Do you really add flavor?
Or is it false hope
Many times I wonder when I add a bay leaf to a stew or soup if it really does anything or imparts flavor to the dish.
Haiku written by me, Scott Henderson
November 9th, 2024
Photography for me is a process of questioning. I don't use a camera to take things or capture them or even to find images... or answers. I like how photography can start conversations for me, many of them solely in my own head and under my breath. The process lets me step just a bit out of myself, my head and the preconceptions I carry and wear like an old pair of boots. This landscape could have just been a landscape, it could have just been a photo of a landscape but instead it became a part of a narrative and an exploration on too many tangential topics to be able to explain, both for lack of time and desire on my part. If this seems vague, my apologies. Just as I am not generally one to have my camera prove things for me, I am also not one to try to provide the answers for others.
But anyway, I cannot really express how much I value how I look at, think of and interact with the world has changed because of photography. With photography no landscape has to be just a landscape.
Credit for the idea for the title to the U2 song Please which was playing while I edited this image.
Pentax 67 / Kodak Tri-X
Rather tongue-in-cheek, I have to question if the Question Mark cat's appearance is so busy that it deflects predators by confusing them with questions of 'what the what is that?' lol 😄
I did have to question Chaney on how on earth she spotted this tiny early instar on our Upper Delta hike yesterday...but I'm glad she did!
One of the questions i have never found an answer for: There are too many other girls in that world, why exactly me?........
She's a picture perfect child of innocence
Searching out in childlike ways for knowledge
Now she's questioning her mother
Yeah she's questioning her father
Yeah she's looking for the answers
To the problem that confronts her
Do you know where the sun goes when the water falls?
Do you know where the rain goes when the water falls?
Though I think her subjects could run far and wide
She has centered on the topic of the sky
Now she's questioning her mother
Yeah she's questioning her father
Yeah she's looking for the answers
To the questions that confronts her.
Do you know where the sun goes when the water falls?
Do you know where the rain goes when the water falls?
Song by Collective Soul
Have a listen
(Not as good as the CD version but) www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiFs8X9qVIA
Made explore for Oct 30, 2008 #459
Thank you all!
On a second day's visit to the upper delta, Karen and I were screening opposite sides of the trail today when she called me over to see this beauty...one of my very favorite butterflies! Thanks so much, Karen!
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For Thursday lock down I replied to a comment that was questioning the ethics of photographing my daily walks (exercise). I was in fact replying to a comment replying to my reply to the first comment.
I then decided to delete all the said comments because I was just going to behave like a dog with a bone. I do get aggrieved by people questioning my ethics when they align me with people going to the coast or beauty spot during this period.
Sure, ask if it's a good idea posting images that might encourage others to go out and do the same! that I would understand and was something I did take into account when I posted said outside location photos.
anyway I won't do it again, just as I won't stop going for the daily exercise the government said I am allowed to do.
Other than that I planted the tomato plants out along with some carrots that will probably get attacked by carrot fly. I mixed in some chives as this is supposed to help keep the carrot fly away from my small crop. The beans will probably go out tomorrow if I can find my canes.
Yeah I wore this all day today even doing the gardening and my three mile walk.
Mural inspired on the masterpiece of Vautier Ben... " L' art est inutile rentrez chez vous."
Questioning the validity of art....This mural was made in a very poor neighborhood in Brazil. In front of drug dealers spot. I wrote the sentence in english so people got very curious what does it mean. As most of people has a smartphone these days no matter how poor they are. People started to searched on internet what does it mean the sentence.
Interesting fact the Drug dealers liked the mural and bought me painting material.
Art is always useful to someone. It can take the form of instrumental spin or commodity-object. Art can provide a platform for narcissistic expression or fuel the introspective turn of passive nihilism. Through the postures of mannerist radicalism in the gallery, art can act as a pressure valve to reinforce a conservative orthodoxy.
The artist often occupies a position of weakness but by performing this weakness, art can reveal inconsistencies in the narrative.
What is the social function of art?
#AB_FAV_romantic_ ♥️
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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Everyone agrees that even though too much sport is barely enough*, too much art generates a zombie state.
On the floor outside Cézanne to Giacometti is this assemblage of glass. In my state of saturation I didn't look for a label affirming that this was an art installation, and not just an artefact of the opening afterparty last week.
I'm reminded of the two lads who "installed" a pair of spectacles on the floor of San Francisco's Museum of Modern Art. For the brief time that the owner's vision was impaired, the spectacles became celebrities. Is that what's happened here? What's art anyway? Did Marcel Duchamp and Man Ray deceive us with their found objects?
Enough! I'm in need of sugar, caffeine…fresh air and good company. Which way to the exit?
*I think that's what HG Nelson said.
Scripture: Matthew 22:15-21, The 29th Sunday in Ordinary Time
Subject: Why are you testing me?
Today’s Gospel reading is relevant to us and it revolves around a simple question that Jesus asked of the Herodians and Pharisees who were questioning HIM; “Why are you testing Me?” It is a question we should ask ourselves whenever, we are confronted by individuals that are “locked and loaded” with a question in which they will use to probe, confront, and ultimately judged and label us. Why? Within the question they are asking is their “intent.”
I offer some contemporary examples:
Are you a Christian? Do you believe in God? Who are you voting for? Are you a republican? Are you a democrat? Are you pro-life? Some local favorites: Do you drink coffee? What religion are you? Are you a Christian? Don’t you believe in God?
These are just a few questions we are all to familiar with and we do understand that they are loaded with more meaning than the question implies. The motives behind these questions, and our answers, can easily allow the one asking the question the ability to unload all the baggage that is behind the question with a convenient label such as “you are a good Catholic”, “you are not a good Catholic”, “you are an atheist”, “ you are a conservative”, “you are a liberal”…and yes a local favorite, “you are a gentile.”
I want to revisit our reading again…remember...
The Pharisees are plotting how they might entrap Jesus in some way, and the unknown reality to them is that- HE knows what their intent is. They think they are smooth by building Jesus up by saying “Teacher, we know that you are a truthful man, and you teach the way of God.” In a contriving way, they ask Jesus a simple question…” Is it lawful to pay the census tax to Caesar or not?” Straightaway, because he understands their motive and intent, he asked them a question: “Why are you testing me, you hypocrites?” Without waiting for a response to his question He states, “show me the coin that pays the census tax.” Whose image is on the coin? Jesus is the one leading now. They say “Caesar’s image.” He states, “Then repay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to God.”. If Jesus had said “yes” he would have been going against most of the people and if he said “no” would have brought him into conflict with Roman authorities. You see in his answer Jesus avoided their trap.
They were amazed and his replay and went away. However, we must remember, that their original intent was to find a reason to kill him. As we know, they will keep trying until the the crucify HIM and yet they will soon learn that they are wrong-the Jesus movement has continued to our day.
What can we learn from Jesus and this Gospel reading?
Firstly, Jesus shows us what evil intent can confront us when we are citizens of two dominions-the temporal and the spiritual. As faithful Christians we maneuver between two worlds and make efforts to be loyal to both. Our loyalties are being challenged in every moment of our lives…this is our reality. More times then we would like, these worlds meet wherever a question is asked between us and another. Jesus shows us how he skillfully managed to stay loyal to both the temporal and spiritual. However, because of who “He is” we fully understand what Kingdom dominated HIS world-the Kingdom of God.
Secondly, we learn that our Christian beliefs are bigger (they transcend) the labels that get thrown around. Our secular labels are too small to contain the truths that our Christian faith entails. However, remanence of truth is found everywhere in our secular culture. When we mix the secular and the spiritual together expect confrontation and disillusionment. The effects of this are all around us. Yes, indeed these two worlds meet most visibly in the questions we ask one another. When conflict arises between spiritual and temporal powers, it is wise to keep in mind St Thomas More’s famous maxim, “The King’s good servant, but God’s first”.
But our reading challenges us to rise above the visible divisions that surrounds us. It is possible! Why every Sunday, we meet for Mass! For obvious reasons, we come into the Church quietly. We carry with us smiles, waves and kindness! Why? Because we understand that we are closer to God here than anywhere. We come into the Church a broken people and we leave with Christ in our hearts. As your deacon, after the conclusion of each Mass, I get to say to you “Go in Peace.” There are other phrases that I could use, and one is an extension of this on…”Go in Peace, glorifying the Lord by your life.” May we take up this Gospel challenge and meet those who would question us with hurtful intents, with a smile, a wave and kindness. Let us give them what they do not expect!
-rc
Questioning fear and how it can influence who we are. Fear can start of as something insignificant but with time, it can manifest into something overwhelming. The crows symbolise fear itself (not an actual fear of birds/crows) and the red dress represents the desire to overcome the fear as it flows high in the air.
Shot this today with my friend Marani at the local park, it was so much fun! A few people walked by with puzzled faces haha