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#NPS109 - Happy Founders Day! The Organic Act became law #onthisday in 1916 formally creating the National Park Service.
What to say about our favorite government agency on this, its 109th anniversary? The only thing to say, I suppose; that the National Park Service is perhaps our most noble endeavor. What we choose to save on our planet reveals what kind of species we are. Shall we save our tallest mountains? Our deepest canyons? Our oldest trees? Our waters and our skies and our lands and our history? Even our mistakes? Even the most ugly instances of where our culture has stumbled so that we may learn from them and improve? Yes. All that and more. In these uncertain times, when many are actively questioning the purpose and functionality of the National Park Service, may we always remember that what we choose to save about the land and our past is what we choose to save about ourselves. The National Parks are our best idea because they are OUR democratic spaces and they reflect OUR inclusivity and diversity.
May the NPS have its best days before it.
Happy 109th anniversary!
In the National Park Service, you are on Native American land that explores and preserves the intricate tapestry that is American culture. It is our best idea. Protect it with all your might. #FindYourPark
"What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning." Werner Heisenberg
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.
Pd. No tengo mejores fotos que subir asi que por ahora tiro de estas...
También he de decir que voy a estar un poco ausente por los estudios
y tal pero que vendé de vez en cuando y os firmaré en cuanto pueda!
Gracias a todos los que pasais diariamente ;)
This picture is part of my photographic series Blanche de Castille, which I invite you to consult in the list of my albums.
Blanche of Castile, mother of Louis IX – better known as Saint Louis – was Queen of France from 1223 to 1226.
To find out more about the series, see the script in French or English in the album header.
Model: Maureen
We sat in the grass 'neath the evening Sun
Breathing in the air as the children run
When I am with you
When I am with you
I'm right where I belong
And I am
Right where I belong
Weaving in circles the starlight surrounds us
Leaves me
Me questioning all with no answers
When I am with you
When I am with you
I'm right where I belong
And I am
Right where I belong
Never gonna hear this song on the radio
Never gonna hear this song on the radio
Never gonna hear this song
Never gonna hear this song
Never gonna hear this song
But wouldn't it make a lovely photograph?
(Ray LaMontagne)
This shot was taken tucked down behind the bank of the River Coupall in Glencoe, questioning my sanity, as the storm passed overhead!!
When you replace the photographer with AI, you take away the photographer’s experience interacting in the real world and feeling real emotions. That interaction in the real world is a risk that can just as easily expose one to great sadness as it an to great happiness. Without it, you forget the art of letting the humans tell their own stories. Here, in Florence is the possibility to just walk by a glimpse at a human story, drown out the world with the music pounding in your ears through your headphones. And, on the right, is a moment of great suffering or confusion or loss. We know there is a light that hits the woman on the right’s eyes and the gesture of an open hand up to the sky. Is she asking a question or is she hoping for an offering, a gift of some sort to fall into that outstretched palm? In between, is a woman who has lived many years yet still retains glimpses of her former self. Just take a look at the tinges of purple in her hair. Maybe she still listens to punk rock. Maybe she has a wild boyfriend and she rides on the back of his motorcycle through the streets of Italy drinking a bottle of wine and telling the Grim Reaper she won’t be ready to go on their date for quite a long time.
I didn’t tell you this story by myself. I had the humans to help guide me. They made me see what a single moment of time might help me discover. Let’s keep searching for these moments.
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It had been a long night with questioning persons of interest, the victim’s ex-husband, his girlfriend and the victim’s current boyfriend. And they had been searching for clues and arguing about them.
If you want to read the full chapter or more crime stories, click here: SecondCrime Stories
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
By Albert Einstein
This Turkey Vulture seems to be questioning my motives as I approached to check what the bird was feeding on.
Canon EOS 7D2, EF400mm f/5.6L USM, f/5.6, 1/1000, ISO 1600
A couple of weeks ago, someone (not sure who it was who did it first) managed to uncover this clip of Carl Sagan talking about how Star Wars was too white way back in the 70s and I thought it was remarkable. Sagan delivers his message with a very calm intelligence that was way ahead of its time in America (and how sad that is!)
I was a child of the 80s but I didn't really start questioning why the majority of the films (and t.v. shows with only a couple of notable exceptions) back then featured primarily white actors even though that isn't what my community looked like. Back then, if you had one main character that was not white, like Ernie Hudson in Ghostbusters, this was considered pretty much mind blowing progressive. I'm not sure why this didn't strike me as strange at the time but what it was suggesting on a very deep level is that the experiences of white people are the only ones that matter and are worth showing, exploring, and devoting energy and money to. If you can't find yourself in a story, then you won't feel that story was meant for you. If you can't find yourself in any stories...then it must seem a lot like a whole force or system set against you.
I think we've made some progress with this though we still have a great ways to go. One of the things that has probably helped is having a lot of great international films come through because you can't really watch a film like Parasite and then think that most of American box office hits can even compare. But, I think it's also really important to have conversations about what still needs to change in American cinema so that all voices are represented and heard-so that people of color are represented as directors, writers, actors, actresses, cinematographers, editors, and more.
There are a growing number of people (look at Texas and Nashville) who are so afraid of discussing racism and are so wiling to be a force of white supremacy that they have banned talking about it in schools. (They seem so terrified that white children will feel bad that they'd rather continue the racism that exists for all of the other kids). They won't even have the conversation. There are also quite a few people who have convinced themselves that considering this topic (truly considering it) is still too radical for them and gets in the way of them actually enjoying all of the levels of racism they've grown to feel comfortable with as it has been steadily normalized for them. They just want to enjoy their popcorn and their sleazy cinema-is that too much to ask?
But, when we don't ask these questions about not only what we're watching (or reading or buying) then we aren't really paying attention to what we are consuming in any way and what we are actually supporting. So, let's continue to ask those questions. They might not be easy but I'd like to think humanity is worth it.
We might not all be connected to the film industry but we can make choices that support cinema that represents all stories.
Here's that clip:
www.themarysue.com/carl-sagan-star-wars-too-white/
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When I opened the blind this morning I saw this fellow sneaking around my azalea bushes and wondered what he was up to.. Well I got the camera and waited and he hopped up on the Communications Pedestal and was looking at another cat going off down the road but then he saw me at the window and that's when I got that questioning stare..
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"I need a little help from my friends". At Patagonia Lake I got several flycatchers that left me scratching my head...this being one of them. I compared it to a contact of mine, Tom Ingram, who posted a Gray Flycatcher...I thought this might be one but this one seems to have a conspicuous eye ring that has me questioning whether this is one?
‘Unfortunately, though humans ruminate, cogitate, brood, play with ideas, dream and make inspired guesses about the thoughts of other people all the time, there has been no Kamasutra of the mind to reveal the sensuous pleasures of thinking, to show how ideas can flirt with each other and learn to embrace.’
-Theodore Zeldin, An Intimate History of Humanity. London: Vintage, 1994, p. 442. as quoted in -Questioning God, Timothy Radcliffe and Lukasz Popco
Live free, Live Loud, Live not questioning a thing.
Be You, Be your best self, Believe in your self.
Have self love, Don’t be Heartless, And always Love on.
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Several pairs of Summer Tanagers popped up briefly at the blinds at South Llano River State Park. This female gave me a questioning look before both of us departed: me for home and her for greener pastures.
An hour before this moment, I was standing in cold fog, questioning my choices. I’d driven out to Lake Tūtira hoping for a clean autumn sunrise, but instead, I stepped out of the car into a wall of thick, heavy fog. You couldn't see the trees, you couldn't see the shore, and you certainly couldn't see a landscape photo.
But sometimes, if you just stand in the cold and wait, the environment shifts. Gradually, the air thinned, the sun found a tiny fracture in the overhead canopy, and these spectacular columns of light sliced straight through the mist to the water. Right at that moment, a lone black swan glided seamlessly into the light. It’s moments like this that remind me why I keep coming back out here with a camera. You can't plan these frames—you just have to be there to receive them.
My full behind-the-scenes essay on how the morning unfolded is now live on my website.
..it was new and you drove through the rain seeing only as far as the headlights would shine. You drove on in pure innocence and beauty. Never questioning. Living in the moment.
The weekly theme in the 52-week project is "remembering when."
Another busy day.!
Even though so many things happen in ones life but Life doesnt stop ,it goes on !!
So when you think you did something wrong, Go and ask for an apology from the person and from Allah =)
THIS IS LIFE - life without mistakes is INCOMPLETE! because we learn from our mistakes =)
NEar Villagio mall
NS trash train 11T moves south on the N&W Roanoke District as it passes the CPLs that guard the control point of Ellis Run, just north of Lithia, VA. 11T had combined with a grain train at Arcadia to run together to Roanoke, a move that had us questioning the reason for doing so.
EXPLORE 11th May, 2011 #140
Willis, the wily seagull, asks the question.
© Andrew Fuller. This image remains the property of Andrew Fuller, and as such, may not be used or reproduced in any form, in part or in whole, without my prior, express permission.
Taken with Sony Alpha 7.
In the heat dome of a late morning I've found the oppurtunity to realize a the paradoxon of the eye, which can be both seeing and still be blind.
If we can't trust our highest sense (eyes), how to trust our reason?
How does one gain insight into the truth of things? What is the essence of knowledge? And what is this ‘being’ anyway? My thirst for philosophy began with fundamental epistemological and ontological questions. I have written numerous poems on this subject, indeed, at times even with the pride of a bearded man. But lately I have found the moment of the cave-dweller so fascinating and moving – not the one who, as in Plato’s account, emerges from the cave ‘just once’ (in truth, he must even return time and again, as it is his duty to help people reach the true ideas), but rather the moment of the cave-dweller who goes back time and again to forget ‘the true ideas’. For it is painful and uncomfortable to encounter people like Socrates, as history also teaches us. Yet something happens – let us call it an existential awakening – and he can no longer deny that he is blind and must start from the very basics. Even seeing is something that has to be learnt all over again.
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Dank deinen grünen Augen
Es war, als hätte ich erst
bei Deinem Anblick begonnen zu leben -
Ein Hauch von Dir brachte das Sein zum Beben.
Erst durch Deinen Mund habe ich
die Augen geöffnet bekommen.
Mit Deinen Gedanken habe ich
die Sonnenstrahlen erklommen.
Die Zeit begann als ich die Sekunden
zur Ewigkeit wachsen sah
Und mit jedem Staunen
die Philosophie ihre Zündung nahm.
Du warfst den Stein ins Wasser
und sagst die Wellen seien nicht echt
und das erste Mal suchte ich nach dem Wahrem
und wurd' verblendet, ihr Knecht.
[angefangen im März 2026, am 28. Juni beendet]
The title goes back to a poem of the componist Muallim İsmail Hakkı Bey (1865 – 1927) and was covered several times since then.
The version of the ‘Türk Sanat Müziği‘ (Turkish classical music) diva Müzeyyen Senar is the most popular version. The song was the favourite musical piece of Atatürk and in the 70s a critical novel with the eptynomous title was published. “Fikrimin ince gülü” can literally be translated as “The tender rose of my idea”, playing with the imagination a lover holds within himself, when falling in love with someone else. It can be compared with the German word Urbild.
Version of Müzeyyen Senar
A mentally ill man is monitored by an American soldier while his house is searched and his family is questioned. The US Army goes door to door in Iraq questioning and searching peoples homes for information on insurgent activity.
Sam is online
B: Hi, handsome.
Sam: Hi, love.
Sam gives a stern look.
Sam: What did you do this time, babe?
B: Baby, can you just receive a compliment without questioning it and just say THANK YOU when I admire you?
*silence for awhile*
B: Ok, let us put it to practice right away.
*pause*
B: Hi, handsome.
Sam: Thank you, love.
B: Yaaay!
Sam: BUT...what did you do again this time? What rule did you break again?
B facepalms a million times 😭😂😂😂😭😂😂
Hi handsome!😘 At least, I can say it here without any interruption coz Sam has a veeery inactive, almost dead Flickr account. 😜😅
To my lover and my torturer (he makes me walk 20,000 steps a day 😩 when my rehab doctor only required me 10,000), to my bestfriend and my public enemy no. 1, I adore you! 💕
Just reminded me of a person with raised eyebrows, questioning my facts, but not really believing them!
Cedar waxwing, Roseville, CA
Sol LeWitt was one of the main figures of his time; he transformed the process of art-making by questioning the fundamental relationship between an idea, the subjectivity of the artist, and the artwork a given idea might produce. While many artists were challenging modern conceptions of originality, authorship, and artistic genius in the 1960s, LeWitt denied that approaches such as Minimalism, Conceptualism, and Process Art were merely technical or illustrative of philosophy.
In his Paragraphs on Conceptual Art, LeWitt asserted that Conceptual art was neither mathematical nor intellectual but intuitive, given that the complexity inherent to transforming an idea into a work of art was fraught with contingencies.
LeWitt's art is not about the singular hand of the artist; it is the idea behind each work that surpasses the work itself. In the early 21st century, LeWitt's work, especially the wall drawings, has been critically acclaimed for its economic perspicacity.
Though modest—most exist as simple instructions on a sheet of paper—the drawings can be made again and again and again, anywhere in the world, without the artist needing to be involved in their production.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sol_LeWitt
Sol LeWitt was seminal in establishing the notion of ‘conceptual art’ during the 1960s. Wall Drawing #1136 Curved and straight color bands 2004 is one of a number of highly coloured wall pieces he made. It includes seven vibrant colours to create an overwhelming chromatic environment that envelopes the viewer. The curve, snakes along the wall. Every band in the wall drawing is of the same width and there is no area left empty of colour.
It has been produced for Tate St Ives by a team of draftspersons, guided by an assistant from the artist’s estate.
A hike in the Upper Delta just wouldn't be complete without the gorgeous presence of a few Question Mark butterflies, either in their Summer form with the dark bottom wing ends or the soon-to-be appearing Autumn form, with spotted wing ends....see below!
“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
“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.
It matters that you don't just give up.”
― Stephen Hawking
"The most important thing is to not stop questioning."
Albert Einstein
While walking through the streets of a small town in Italy, my attention was caught by a pair of eyes. The countenance of the face seemed ready to ask me a question.
NS train 192 moves past what appears to be a strib club (judging by the "maximum exposure" poster), on 6th street in Augusta, GA. I am still questioning what this place has to do with Vegas.
Edited using Flickr user gracebeliever077's equipment, feel free to take a moment to check out his stuff too! ;-)
- Werner Heisenberg.
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As I captured the morning light at Mesquite Dunes, I couldn't help but notice the abundance of vegetation on this side of the dune field. With my 100-400 lens at my disposal, I decided to experiment with isolating some of the plants against the sand layers. Some of the plants appeared to be on the verge of being swallowed up by the sand, and I found a perfect example of this. Luckily, we were the only ones there that morning, and the wind had been strong the previous night, leaving behind detailed patterns in the dunes. I was fascinated by the stark contrast between the plant's ragged appearance and the beautiful, serene, repeating patterns of the sand.