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Just published the December issue of my journal that is devoted to questions and questioning. It is available for free online at questioning.org/Dec2022/allabout.html
High on the list of essential questions we ask during our lives is “What's it all about?" Schools should help students to wrestle with such questions early in life so one day they may be able to look back with pride at lives well lived.
How will I make my mark?
Will I do good?
Will I do well?
In the movie, Alfie wasn’t thinking much about his legacy, but this article will focus upon it.
It turns out we’re here for a very short time even if we live until we’re 77 or 87. The years go by all too swiftly and we might ask at the end "Did we leave our mark?"
Did we do any good? Did our life matter at all?
Continued at at questioning.org/Dec2022/allabout.html
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Trust me without questioning
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For a love so free....
Will never fly away.
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Led by a pair of Canadians. I was questioning if this was an intermodal or not but eventually the stacks came around.
In 1915 a man called Seth Mosley produced a very thorough account of the birds of the Huddersfield District. Back then, the only record of a Stock Dove was one shot on Dalton Bank in 1901, but on questioning the recorder it proved to be just a Woodpigeon. In the early 19th century this species was limited to south and east England, but through the second half of the 19th century and early 20th century it slowly but steadily expanded its range, but during the 1950s and 60s it crashed again, disappearing completely from some areas. In the Huddersfield area now it is a common breeding bird that I can often see from my garden, though usually in flight. Its call is a distinctive series of deep, gruff, double "coos" which are unlike all other British pigeons.
It is often confused with feral pigeons and juvenile Woodpigeons (without the white neck patch) but Stock Dove has very short wing bars. Stock Doves nest in holes, often in trees, hence the name as stock is the trunk of a tree. But it also nests in holes in buildings, and even rabbit holes. They are commonest in wooded farmland but I even find them nesting in old buildings high on the Pennine Moors. Its scientific name is simply the Latin (Columba) and Greek (oenas) words for pigeon. Because they eat dry seeds they need to drink a lot, and this paddling individual had been taking a drink on the edge of a reservoir.
In London's Mayfair, Down Street was a working underground station for a short while from 1907.
The station was deemed critical in the effort to win the Second World War when it became the headquarters of the Railway Executive Committee. Prime Minister Winston Churchill took refuge here for a short while during the Blitz.
Having visited the tunnels I found myself questioning not the necessity in keeping the railways working but the relative luxury the committee enjoyed - excellent food and fine wines when people above ground were struggling so much.
'What does one see?'
Standing before the mirror, she looked.
Questioning that which it did show.
A past filled with trials and pain of her own.
Burdens of others she had to bear.
Deep wounds inflicted that slowly healed, but
A cloudy and dark road she had to travel alone.
Until such a day where the sun seemed to shine through.
Lighting the road for a while for another to join.
Where joy and happiness followed,
As she was no longer alone.
One day a cloud rolled in and the road grew dark.
A trip, stumble and fall caused new pain and burdens.
Adding to those that had lightened for a bit.
Old woulds reopened and new ones formed.
Forsaken by family and friends, she continued on.
Again traveling down the road,
Holding tightly to one small hand though as she went.
Years went by and slowly the rays broke through the clouds.
Lighting the road once more.
Another small hand clasped the one that had grown.
Together they walked the lighted road.
Smiling and skipping as years went by.
Occasionally hopping over holes so as not to trip again.
Some clouds so persistent, arose again.
Now more than one tripped and fell this time.
The first, more wounds and scars to add.
The others, a scare and moment of hurt.
The two stood up, joined hands and continued on.
The first stayed sitting, unable to rise so easily this time.
As the mirror grew dark with no more story to tell for now,
A tear slid down her face at what was seen.
-Mystic-
Do you know what I don't understand about you?
the head turned questioningly to the heart,
The heart looked up lovingly and answered:
That's your problem dear head, you always try to understand everything.
The head was undeterred and continued: You have experienced so much pain in the past and yet you never stop loving.
There will always be people who will hurt and disappoint you in the future, doesn't that scare you at all?
The heart answered quietly but firmly:
I never live in the past or a possible future like you
>I beat my pulse here and now<
Yesterday doesn't bother me anymore because I feel at home in the present, built with love and hope.
© 2022 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
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Love this big live oak in our front yard. Tree guy says it has 2-3 years before Oak Wilt gets it. Dammit.
He is quick, thinking in clear images:
I am slow, thinking in broken Images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact,
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the facts fail me, I approve my senses.
He contnues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
Robert Graves.
Always curious, always adventurous, always questioning, quizzical, timeless. And ageless.
Weird with the screen calibration/settings. When I exported the image from LR everything was the way I wanted it, still enough detail in the shadow parts, but when I saw it here after uploading it ... details gone. Too dark. Everything. Yikes. I hope that it looks better on your monitors than on mine.
Size: 3,5 x 4 cm (1,37 x 1,57 inches). Lit straight from below with a small keyring LED.
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The joe patrol has brought in a stray Black Dragon Trooper, and Hawk wants him taken straight back to base for questioning.
Today at DisneyPhotographyBlog.com, I wrote I pretty open ended piece questioning if the DSLR is dying, due to the recent trend of high image quality mirrorless cameras out there. Note that I'm not saying the DSLR is DEAD, I simply question if it is starting to become on its way out. Make sure to head over there and join the conversation! Thanks for looking!
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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 was questioning whether the sunrise would be colorful or not. Guess there was no need to question. 185/365
Admiring the enormous landscape in the front and questioning own existence!
Vantage point - Khaliya top (3500 m).
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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!
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!”
I'm still alive for the few who are questioning it...Just been busy with stupid life getting in the way