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Pay attention when people react with anger of hostility to your boundaries. You have found the edge where their respect for you ends.
Taken a while back @ Endless
My weekend was a mix of mega happy highs, and some equally low lows. Life sometimes seems to wanna throw those kinds of curveballs at us. But with some introspection, I am, as always, left with the realization that I have so much to be thankful for. And even if something causes a sharp pang of disappointment, there is a lesson to be learned in that, and we come out of those experiences with more strength and self awareness.
A glass of wine, while chilling at home with my three precious fluffy friends calmed my hyper brain, and allowed clearer thinking to prevail. Current mood: accepting, grateful for friendship, love, wine, and furry therapy! ❤️
I hope everyone has a beautiful new week! I love you, my cherished Flickr friends, you all add so much joy and inspiration to my life. 💕🍷
There are those days when the vision suddenly becomes clear and unobstructed.
My chiropractor, graduate, he studied in England, almost ripped my new MRI out of my hands yesterday.... Because he too was unsure about my symptoms.
He looks at it and says.:
Moni, there's a cyst, a big cyst in the sacrum, it's pressing on the nerve bundle....
He immediately compared it to an MRI from 2019. And this cyst can also be seen there.
No one took note of it before, everyone just focused on the discs.
A now viable explanation for my recent problems. Which can really only be explained if the spinal canal is deeply affected or .... the sacrum.
A confirmation.
I am not crazy.
I knew there is something else besides my operated disc, besides the postnucleosyndrome, besides the new herniated disc one floor below, which is just too small for the sensations and numbness I have had lately....
I don't know what all this means now.
Now I have to have conversations with my doctors.
But it seems to be an explanation why I'm not getting anywhere....
And that's why I'm glad that the view is clear now.
To find a way...
I wanted you to know, my friends, why I am away very often now, calm, without words...
I have to focus on my life, more.
On my health.
I have to be present, there, in my life.
I have a lot of work, really a lot, in the office too, obviously.
Take care of you my friends, take care
😘
location :Genko-an temple,Kyoto city,Kyoto Prefecture,Japan
Genko-an temple ,formal title is Yohozan Hojyurin Genko-an,is located in the Takagamine district in northwestern Kyoto. It was founded by Tatsu'o Giko,the second abbot of Daitokuji Monastery ,of the Rinzai school of Zen,in1346,and used as his retirement hermitage.
The hondo( main hall)was built by Seika Koji, a carpenter from Kaga,in 1694.Shakamuni Buddha,along with two his disciples is enshrined here.
To the right of hondo,there are two famous windows,one round,one square. They are called satorino mado and mayoino mado respectavely.
Satorino mado( the window of Realization) is round,implying Zen maturity,completeness and enlightenment,while mayoi no mado(The window of Delusion ) is square,implying confusion,ignorance,and immaturity ,or the life of samsara.that is a life of human suffering.- Genko-an
ƒ/4.5 18.0 mm 1/125sec ISO200
The little mechanic builds…
Skippy was inspired to create his universe with the help of the amazing new designs from THOR's Old’s Cool Collection!
In addition, the little man worked with a number of pieces from THOR's The Little Den in Genoa Collection!
Motorbike to THOR’s Mainstore!
Let's keep building a world where we lift one another up, where kindness and compassion are the foundation, where love and light shine bright!
I went out this morning to acquaint myself with my new camera. I stopped to change a couple of settings and when I looked up my father/daughter team were standing here almost posing for me. Looking at this I see how much they have aged, Trinity (left) is 9 and Bailey, is a couple of months away from 12.
Anybody else have senior dogs? The realization that our time with them is limited is sad. Bailey has been with me since 7 weeks and Trinity was born at home.
...I found what I'd been looking for in myself
Found a life worth living for someone else
Never thought that I could be, I could be
Happy, happy
I believe in possibility
I believe someone's watching over me
And finally I have found a way to be
Happy, happy...
One day she realized that she could
never please everyone, so she gave up
trying and decided to be herself.
Whether other people liked it or not was
not her business.
Anna Taylor
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Shame is a powerful emotion for some of us. The realization that you have lost control of your own life could be depressing or liberating. There are actually three choices. Do you let it keep you down? Do you embrace your newly realized status? Or do you refuse the path chosen for you and change course? What do you choose when your own home no longer seems like a safe haven?
How does she sleep?
🎵 Home is Anywhere You Hang Your Head 🎶
Home is Anywhere You Hang Your Head - Elvis Costello and the Attractions (1986), Blood and Chocolates, Elvis Costello
Here comes Mr. Misery
He's tearing out his hair again
He's crying over her again
He's standing in the super-market shouting at the customers
Here comes Mr. Misery
He'll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood
He's contemplating murder again
He must be in love
But you know she doesn't want you
But you can't seem to get it in your head
Oh and you can't sleep at night
And she haunts you when you go to bed
When you're tired of talking and you can't drink it down
So you hang around and drown instead
Home isn't where it used to be
Home is anywhere you hang your head . . .
Picture taken at home.
Lyric
" Solange du nach dem Glücke jagst,
bist du nicht reif zum Glücklichsein "
(c) Hermann Hesse
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Lyric
"As long as you are chasing happiness,
you are not ripe for happiness"
(c) Hermann Hesse
The heart skipped a beat or two, fluttering on a note
of a song in the mind that made it sing and float
through a fantasy of sunblessed happiness
now hazy with delirium held in full flow
A soporific realization that life once was
And is now not what was what I thought
One cannot live life on love once mad
For everything you’ve done was always bad
Push through the forest, through the dark
The sun sparkling through the trees
shows where new life grows, it does
what cure there is for the mind
that’s ne’r settled on home from home
Ne’r say never, there’s hope , there’s chance
That through the trees, the sun shines on and on
Brexit is done. Covid is beat. Yay, Life has won
Drivel 2021
I am mad at myself this morning, I trusted the card that failed the other day and it did it again. A total kick in the gut! Shame on me! Also, my heart isn't in this, the realization that my son is moving out of state in three days has hit me hard today. He moved out 6 years ago, has graduated from college and got married last week but all of this happened in state. I got to witness it all and be in his life but now I'll have to learn how to be without having him around. Ever feel like your world is shrinking?
May you shine brightly wherever you are today!
First afternoon off work because I felt like it...upon arrival...the realization that idle time is a burden set in...the mind wanders...there was only one solution...take a walk with the MKIII and the 100-400mm. After about 15 minutes in the still 85 Deg F heat I was done...my first thoughts on what to call this shoot was "Butterflies & B.S." A Variety of Things Seen.
The Swallowtails were on the Ironweed as was eye too...and like you, I became bored...the end.
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Walter C Snyder
March 3, 1966: “A flash of sanity: the momentary realization that there is no need to come to certain conclusions about persons, events, conflicts, trends, even trends toward evil and disaster, as if from day to day and even from moment to moment I had to know and declare (at least to myself) that this is so and so, this is good and this is bad. We are heading for a “new era” or we are heading for destruction. What do such judgments mean? Little or nothing. Things are as they are in an immense whole of which I am a part and which I cannot pretend to grasp. To say I grasp it is immediately put myself in a false position, as if I were “outside” it. Whereas to be in it is to seek truth in my own life and action, moving where movement is possible and keeping still when movement is unnecessary, realizing that things will continue to define themselves and that judgments and mercies of God will clarify themselves and will be more clear to me if I am silent and attentive, obedient to His will, rather than constantly formulating statements in this age which is smothered in language, in meaningless and inconclusive debate in which, in the last analysis, nobody listens to anything except what agrees with his own prejudices.”
- Thomas Merton - Exploring Solitude and Freedom from The Intimate Merton, March 3, 1966
Sept 12 evening I had wanted to shoot this composition with aurora for some time and Friday night I was fortunate to get there for the active curtains
(Ohne KI / Realization without AI)
Graugans / Greylag goose / Oie cendrée
Mit dieser Aufnahme verabschiede ich mich in die Weihnachtspause. Vielen Dank für Euren wunderbaren und motivierenden Support, ohne den ich niemals so weit gekommen wäre! Ich wünsche allen ein schönes Weihnachtsfest und ein gutes neues Jahr. Lasst es Euch gut gehen.
With this capture I say goodbye to the Christmas break.
Thank you for your wonderful and motivating support, without which I would never have gotten this far!
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Enjoy.
Avec cette capture, je dis au revoir aux vacances de Noël.
Merci pour votre merveilleux et motivant soutien, sans lequel je ne serais jamais arrivé aussi loin !
Je souhaite à tous un joyeux Noël et une bonne année. Apprécier.
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Every sunset, 'I' have missed more than a million realizations!
Only those that got into my senses have got into glorifications.
Every sunrise, 'I' sense what is not,
Those that 'I' feel, in fact are all mortal
Every sunrise, 'I' wake to see subtle illusions,
Those that got into my imagination, not real, mere delusions.
Every sunset, 'I' dream, the shadows of illusions ,
'All' that remains, is true, immortal.
- Anuj Nair
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Here you can see another shot of the view of the beautiful old town of Dresden, taken on the last evening of last year.
This image shows the regular sunset direction. As you can see, some of this is still visible.
Unfortunately, from this perspective, the Frauenkirche disappears from the picture, but the Semperoper appears as a replacement (on the far right).
While editing these images, I realized that these impressive buildings almost always appear together in photos, even though each of them has a story of its own.
This realization led to the plan to find an individual composition for each building (at least for each tower) that only focuses on that building and where I can then go into its history in more detail in the text.
Coincidentally, I had already taken two of these “portraits” that evening. I'll think of something for the others. So I'm starting another series, even though I haven't finished the last two yet. I hope this isn't too confusing for you.
Hier seht Ihr eine weitere Aufnahme vom Blick auf die wunderschöne Altstadt von Dresden, entstanden am letzten Abend im letzten Jahr.
Dieses Bild zeigt die reguläre Sonnenuntergangs- Richtung. Wie Ihr sehen könnt ist sogar noch etwas von diesem zu sehen.
Leider verschwindet bei dieser Perspektive die Frauenkirche vom Bild, doch dafür taucht (ganz rechts) als Ersatz die Semperoper auf.
Beim Bearbeiten dieser Aufnahmen ist mir bewusst geworden, dass diese beeindruckenden Gebäude fast immer zusammen auf Fotos erscheinen, obwohl jedes einzelne von Ihnen eine eigene Geschichte mitbringt.
Diese Erkenntnis hat zu dem Plan geführt, für jedes Gebäude (zumindest für jeden Turm) eine Einzelkomposition zu finden, wo es nur um dieses geht und wo ich dann auch im Text intensiver auf dessen Geschichte eingehen kann.
Zufällig habe ich an dem besagten Abend schon zwei dieser "Porträts" gemacht. Für die anderen werd ich mir noch was überlegen. Also fange ich mal wieder eine Serie an, obwohl ich die letzten beiden noch garnicht beendet habe. Ich hoffe, dass ist nicht zu verwirrend für Euch.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
First afternoon off work because I felt like it...upon arrival...the realization that idle time is a burden set in...the mind wanders...there was only one solution...take a walk with the MKIII and the 100-400mm. After about 15 minutes in the still 85 Deg F heat I was done...my first thoughts on what to call this shoot was "Butterflies & B.S." A Variety of Things Seen.
The Swallowtails were on the Ironweed as was eye.
Please do not use without my explicit permission
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Walter C Snyder
Dass der Unfall leicht gewesen wäre, konnte man nun wirklich nicht sagen. Aber er war doch glimpflicher abgelaufen, als man es nach den Regeln der Physik und der Wahrscheinlichkeit eigentlich hätte erwarten müssen.
Jetzt, wo sich der Nebel aus ihrem Kopf fast vollständig verzogen hatte, erinnerte sie sich wieder deutlich: Die enge Strasse, die Haarnadelkurve im Kegel ihrer Scheinwerfer, der Tritt aufs Bremspedal. Sie wusste nicht genau, wie lange sie danach im Wagen gesessen hatte, der nach einem (wirklich nur einem?) Überschlag knapp neben der Fahrbahn wieder auf seinen Rädern zu stehen gekommen war. Hatte sie die Besinnung verloren? Was der zwischen pochend und stechend pendelnde Schmerz ihr jede Sekunde in Erinnerung rief, war der Schlag irgendeines durch den Innenraum vagabundierenden Gegenstandes. Er hatte sie praktisch zeitgleich mit der Erkenntnis getroffen, dass die Betätigung der Bremse nicht zu der Wirkung geführt hatte, die man sich gemeinhin wünscht.
Wie sich herausstellte, war der Wagen fahrtüchtig geblieben. In Trance war sie losgefahren und hatte trotz später Stunde und ohne Bremse den alten und kauzigen Doktor aufgesucht, von dem sie sagten, er stünde auf ihrer Seite. Und der hatte in der Tat zwar recht unfreundlich gegrummelt, sich aber ohne Fragen zu stellen ans Werk gemacht, die blutende Kopfwunde verbunden, ihr Schmerzmittel und anderes sowie etliche Warnungen und Verhaltensregeln gegeben. Absoluter Alkoholverzicht gehörte dazu.
Und jetzt, nachdem sie weitere in etwas Cognac oder zumindest einer entfernt an Cognac erinnernden Flüssigkeit aufgelöste Tabletten heruntergewürgt hatte, fühlte sie sich eigentlich wieder halbwegs hergestellt. Zumindest würde sie gleich noch zur vereinbarten Zeit die letzten und entscheidenden Informationen in Empfang nehmen können.
Wie immer schaltete sie das Gerät ein paar Minuten früher ein, liess es vorwärmen, nahm routiniert die erforderlichen Einstellungen vor und stülpte sich den Kopfhörer über. Irritiert musste sie dann feststellen, dass sie nicht die geringste Ahnung hatte, was das rhythmische Piepsen, das an ihre Ohren drang, ihr sagen wollte.
(Teil der Serie: Ein Bild und eine Geschichte. Copyright Der Sekretär, 2025. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.)
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One could not really claim that the accident had been a light one. But it certainly had been less serious than one would have expected according to the rules of physics and probability.
Now that the fog had almost completely disappeared from her brain, she remembered clearly: the narrow road, the hairpin bend in the cone of her headlights, her stepping on the brake. She didn't know exactly how long she had been sitting in the car afterwards, which after a (only one?) rollover had come to rest on its wheels just off the road. Had she lost her senses? What the pain, oscillating between throbbing and stabbing, reminded her of every second was the impact of some object flying through the passenger compartment. It had hit her practically at the same time as the realization that applying the brake did not have the effect that was generally desired.
As it turned out, the car had remained operable. She had driven off in a trance and, despite the late hour and without brake, had gone to see the old and odd doctor who was said to be on their side. And he had indeed grumbled rather unkindly, but had set to work without asking any questions, bandaged the bleeding head wound, given her painkillers and other drugs as well as a number of warnings and instructions. Completely abstaining from alcohol was one of them.
And now, after choking down more tablets dissolved in a little cognac or at least a liquid vaguely reminiscent of cognac, she actually felt more or less restored. At least she would be able to receive the final and crucial batch of information at the agreed upon time.
As always, she switched on the device a few minutes early, let it warm up, routinely made the necessary settings and put on the headphones. Irritated, she then realized that she had no idea what the rhythmic beeping that reached her ears was trying to tell her.
(Part of the series: A picture and a story. Copyright by Secretary, 2025, all rights reserved.)
Plant Identification needed...
I have never seen a plant like this one.
Photographed in the Self-Realization Meditation Garden, a cliff top garden high above the Pacific Ocean 🌊 in Encinitas California - Cardiff By The Sea
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As 2019 ends and 2020 is about to begin, I reflect on how this year has changed me. I began the year essentially the same as I had spent the past 10 years - with an unbalanced focus on SL vs RL. The difference with 2019 is that I have lost quite a few friends, but especially sadly I have in the past 6 months lost 3 family members (2 just in the past 3 weeks), all while I played with pixels.
So, why do I mention this? Because one of those family members who passed away was my father. And, while we weren't especially close, I really wish I had spent more time with him. But instead, I limited my time with him so that I could get back to my computer and play with pixels in a virtual world. And, ya know what? That's just plain wrong.
Don’t get me wrong. I do know that there are real people behind the pixels. But I also know that some of you have a real life that you don't particularly like. So, especially if you have family members who either love you or in some way depend on you, you are doing them (and yourself) a real disservice if you dismiss them to play on your computer.
Don't wait until they're gone to come to the realization that the Empty Chair was yours.
The Mausoleum of Theodoric, in Ravenna, is the most famous funerary construction of the Ostrogoths. We do not know precisely when and by whom it was built, that is to say if its realization was provided by theodoric the Great himself still alive (therefore before 526), or if his daughter Amalasunta provided for it close to the death of his father.
The mausoleum is included, since 1996, in the list of Italian world heritage sites by UNESCO, within the serial site "Early Christian Monuments of Ravenna".
Il Mausoleo di Teodorico, a Ravenna, è la più celebre costruzione funeraria degli Ostrogoti. Non sappiamo con precisione quando e da chi fu costruito, vale a dire se alla sua realizzazione provvedesse lo stesso Teodorico il Grande ancora in vita (pertanto prima del 526), o se vi provvedesse la figlia Amalasunta a ridosso della morte del padre.
Il mausoleo è inserito, dal 1996, nella lista dei siti italiani patrimonio dell'umanità dall'UNESCO, all'interno del sito seriale "Monumenti paleocristiani di Ravenna".
First afternoon off work because I felt like it...upon arrival...the realization that idle time is a burden set in...the mind wanders...there was only one solution...take a walk with the MKIII and the 100-400mm. After about 15 minutes in the still 85 Deg F heat I was done...my first thoughts on what to call this shoot was "Butterflies & B.S." A Variety of Things Seen.
The Swallowtails were on the Ironweed as was eye too...like an Angel spreading Its Wings...inviting a path to salvation...to be lifted from the rabble...and from this babble I move on to Lavender Wildflowers...more boring Beauty.
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Walter C Snyder
When we add a cat to to our family, it is with the realization that their time with us will be only as long as it is...
Losing Quinn was devastating - made us feel that we could not go through such an experience again. Then (as we always do) we checked the Animal Shelter to see if anyone might need us, hence Charlie and Marcel :-)
Happy Caturday ❤️
First afternoon off work because I felt like it...upon arrival...the realization that idle time is a burden set in...the mind wanders...there was only one solution...take a walk with the MKIII and the 100-400mm. After about 15 minutes in the still 85 Deg F heat I was done...my first thoughts on what to call this shoot was "Butterflies & B.S." A Variety of Things Seen.
The Swallowtails were on the Ironweed.
Please do not use without my explicit permission
© All Rights Reserved
Walter C Snyder
Beyond the limit of realization
Your shadow I finally found
At the moment when
I’ve become to trust everything invisible
I throw myself into the ideal
When the blue light flowing on me
Faces you and me
All the colored emotions inside
Become the unlimited range
The brightest presence in my world
The absolute value, you
My my IDEA
You are you are you are (killing me)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUvOQlkLNhE
Picture my beloved Tae <3