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I know it's usually not an easy subject to talk about, but because of various reasons human fragility has weighed heavily on my mind lately. Quite a few famous people have passed in the past year, as well as those closer to home and heart. We tend to think of ourselves in terms of being somewhat infallible, daredevils all at some point or another. Our magnificent bodies are capable of so many amazing feats of endurance and strength, our minds efficient enough to engineer cures and combustion engines - yet at the same time we can be brought crashing down with a bit of air in the bloodstream or water in the brain. It can be frightening sometimes when that realization hits you as it tends to when you lose someone close to you, but mostly it doesn't... because in order to be uber cognizant of that would be debilitating and is to so many. Much better to be mindful of what a gift we are given every breath we take, every day we awaken and yes, even for every mistake.
back in 9th grade, when I had a hard time finding friends I could count on and used to spend my days being home alone, my mum gave me a card for my birthday with this quote on it: "Good friends are like stars - you don't always see them, but you know they are always there." (unknown author). I had it on my wall and it gave me a comforting feeling whenever I looked at it. somehow I knew that one day, that quote would be true.
exactly five years later I was sitting on the wall of a ruin on top of a hill in the middle of the night, surrounded by my friends, to party into my birthday. and suddenly I remembered that quote. and I realized that it had become true. in that moment, some of my friends were present and others weren't, but I knew that all of them would always be there for me, whether I could see them or not. I took this photograph just before we left, without second thoughts, and forgot about it until I got my films developed. it wasn’t until now that I realized how well all that would go together.
my scanner created the "stars"
september 17, 2010
A digital painting. View large for best realization of technique and details. Image is designed to be commercially reproduced in wall-size dimensions. The FX do not translate all that well in any small format.
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Mural entitled "Realization of Your Own Creation" by Nychos aka @nychos, seen at 694 Mateo Street in the Arts District of Los Angeles, California.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
Edit by Teee.
Those of you familiar with my photostream will recognize this particular morning; several images from it having been uploaded in the past.
The struggle to gain altitude in challenging conditions sometimes repays handsomely; my own gargantuan effort that morning, rewarded by 10 minutes of unspeakable beauty, must go down as a lottery win in matters regarding worthwhile exertion, however. Off all the stand-out memories in decades of hill-pilgrimage, this has to be a defining one.
This 'could' have been my favourite photo of the 2017/18 winter; however, difficulties experienced that morning concerning in-camera condensation necessitated a great deal of post-'repair' &, as such, it only ever pains me to look at it now. The remnants of a remarkable 'moment' are still fairly obvious, & it probably deserves an appreciative audience, so despite my personal love/hate relationship with it (& a couple of months of humming & hawing), I'm offering it now in the realization that to conceal such a wondrous vision - however flawed it may be - could be regarded as unforgivable on my part. I'm sure enough of you are receptive to the transitory visual miracles of fine deep winter light & it's effect on our Highland hills for this submission to be justified.
P.S. In a rare moment of photo-narcissism, I've left 'myself' in the image. Shoot me down in flames.
The Vietnam Traveling Memorial Wall is a 3/5 scale replica of the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC. It stands six feet tall at the center and covers almost 300 feet from end to end. 58,195 names of fallen servicemen and women are inscribed on it.
This Traveling Memorial stands as a reminder of the great sacrifices made during the Vietnam War. It was made for the purpose of helping heal and rekindle friendships and to allow people may not be able to make the trip to Washington DC the opportunity to visit and honor loved ones in their home town.
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Wie entscheiden Sie ?
Mit Herz oder Verstand, mit Intuition oder genauer Analyse ihres Zeitbudgets ?
Vielleicht hilft eine neue Erkenntnis von Forschern weiter : Je mehr es zu bedenken gibt, desto weniger sollte man darüber nachdenken.
Klingt paradox. Aber das ist kluges Entscheiden häufig.
How do you decide?
With heart or understanding, with intuition or exact analysis of your time budget? Perhaps a new realization of researchers helps: The more it to consider gives, the less should think one about it. Sounds paradoxical. But that is frequent intelligent deciding.
this collage was made up of several other photos i've taken during this month, assembled together, to convey one statement....
view LARGE for extra realization.
"Circle of Mud" (Flo Bauer) en concert au Festival Floss à Bâle (Suisse) le 22-08-2022
Un Blues-Rock roots et moderne
"Circle of Mud" nait sous l'impulsion de Gino Monachello aux guitares et lapsteel, rejoint par Flo Bauer au chant et à la guitare, puis par une section rythmique de choc, à savoir Mathieu Zirn à la batterie et Franck Bedez à la basse.Le tout dirigé d'une main de maître par David Husser, prodige de la réalisation. Le groupe nous livre un Blues-Rock roots et moderne, apprécié autant des passionnés que des non-initiés. C'est la force de ce projet : délivrer une musique accessible et profonde à la fois. "Circle of Mud" sort son premier album le 22 Octobre 2021.Cerise sur le gâteau : le groupe signe son premier opus chez Dixiefrog Records, label référence dans le milieu du Blues en France.
VIDEOS :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yc5ft08OUyM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DlwAof7tmk
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBqWKTX0IpY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbDRHDuY45w
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wad-2Jpo6uk
A Blues-Rock roots and modern
"Circle of Mud" was born under the impulse of Gino Monachello on guitars and lapsteel, joined by Flo Bauer on vocals and guitar, then by a shocking rhythm section, namely Mathieu Zirn on drums and Franck Bedez on bass. All directed with a masterful hand by David Husser, prodigy of realization. The band gives us a Blues-Rock roots and modern, appreciated as much by the enthusiasts as the uninitiated. This is the strength of this project: delivering accessible and deep music at the same time. Circle of Mud" released its first album on October 22, 2021.Cherry on the cake: the band signs its first album with Dixiefrog Records, a leading label in the French blues industry.
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Anti-Stylistic Realizations.
Mae darganfyddiadau tonnau a brofir yn barhaus yn erbyn gwreichion a ddanfonir gwifrau copaon anhysbys enfawr yn chwythu grymoedd damweiniau,
riflettere congetture paure intense indagini slitta decadenza tende sezionate semplificate tessuti incessanti pareti sostanziali,
toezicht vreemde tekens achteruitgang oude begraafplaatsen labyrinten diepe douane duisternis oude winkels geheimzinnige dichter arbeid geluiden omzoomde valleien,
ri alto planos ociosos cansando camponeses personagens absurdos ventos ocultos sorrisos intocáveis anos fabulosos mares primitivos ternos instantâneos,
ad compescendos animi par persuadendum accommodata Ex Melodiae deprauationem de naviculas hallucinating dubiis solere vestigia sistunt varieque luminaria mirifice referens adinventionem facito,
ちらっと見た目は物語を聞いた巨大な月邪悪な夜滅びる悪魔最も暗い嵐痴漢されたビジョンステルスな動き群れ顔運命旅行者.
Steve.D.Hammond.
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Taken when I shot a few photos for Jilted. This was one of the first shots I took.
There was something about this one for me that made me add it to the set. It's not perfect, but looking at this, it doesn't feel like it's a self-portrait.
I'm going to upload an alternate crop, see how that looks. No, I will keep it this way. The 'un-posed', caught off guard look of this works for me.
Hope you're not bored with these yet :P
Newer work for Jilted soon.
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A beautiful garden does not need to be big, but it should be the realization of one’s dream, even though it is only a couple of square metres large and it is situated on a balcony”.
So explained Captain Neil Mc Eacharn, the man who created these marvellous gardens. Many thousands of plants, brought from the far corners of the world, and rare collections, some of them unique in Europe and acclimatized after long laborious efforts, have been arranged with art in this beautiful setting, between the mountains and the lake.
In facts, back in 1931 the Scottish Captain decided to buy the estate called “La Crocetta” from the Marquise of Sant’Elia to transform it into a specimen of English Garden, situated in a strip of Italy which could remind him of his native Scotland, though it has more softness and wealth of tones. This work had to meet two basic requirements: the aesthetical and the botanical one. Botanical exigencies, as the different vegetations had to find the most ideal conditions of ground and climate. The stages of the creation of the new gardens saw different working stages, until their termination in 1940.
Amongst the most significant works are: the “Valletta”, created by large scale excavations; the irrigation plant, fed by water pumped directly from the lake to a reservoir from which it is conveyed to the furthest limits of the garden; the Terraced Gardens with waterfalls, swimming pool, water lily and lotus pools; the Winter Garden and the Bog Garden; ornamental fountains and water sprays.
Having, so, realized his garden, which he named Villa Taranto in memory of an ancestor Marshall McDonald, on whom Napoleon conferred the Dukedom of Taranto, Captain Mc Eacharn wanted to ensure that his work would be continued after him and with great generosity presented it to the Italian State.
The burden of maintaining the estate was taken over by the Ente Giardini Botanici Villa Taranto “Cap. Neil Mc Eacharn” after the founder’s death on April 18, 1964. He was buried in a chapel - mausoleum built for the purpose, in the gardens. In the same mausoleum now rest also the estate’s administrator Antonio Cappelletto and his family. The purpose of this Ente is to preserve for Italy and the world this incomparable botanical treasure and its natural beauties.
When visiting the gardens, one can find dream landscapes and captivating reflections in the water of mysterious flowers, sacred to Egyptian mythology. From the romantic Valletta to the carpets of heathers, from the hot-houses with the “Victoria Amazonica” to the Azalea, Maple, Rhododendron and Camellia avenues, from the rare lilies and the gardens of Dahlias with more than 300 varieties to the myriad hues of spring blooms, against the background of the Italian Garden or in the mellow glow of autumn, VILLA TARANTO rewards the visitor with endless scenes of changing beauty and deep inner poetry.
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As the glass falls to the ground, Matt comes to the realization that he is not in the place he thought he was. No this place is a lab. The chemicals around him distort his senses even more than they were before. A man steps out of a fog-like haze that was in front of Matt's already hindered vision. The man is wearing a mask to cover his face and a long cape to cover his body. Matt deduces that the large cape and cloak around the man is probably to hide the frail physic of his body. The mask however is a strange decision as obviously with Matt's lack of mask the man knows that Matt is blind. The man breaks the silence with a chilling and almost inhuman voice.
"Ah, you're awake and out of your cell. A shame you had to break your cell. Those did cost so much money to install."
"Who are you?"
"Oh, that's right, you might not remember me, seeing how the last time we talked you were under the impression of my new fear-inducing chemicals. My name is Mister Fear, obviously not my real name, but that's all you get for the time being."
"Where am I and why am I here?"
"You Matt, or should I call you Daredevil?"
"..."
"You, Daredevil, are here in my lab, just outside Hell's Kitchen, to be my test subject."
"Test subject?"
"Ah yes, like I said, my fear-inducing chemical. I prefer chemical over toxin as it sounds less cynical, but that's not important. What is important is the side effects of the chemical. The very real dream, or nightmare to be more specific, state you are put in is the result of the chemical."
"Why me?"
"'The Man Without Fear.' That's what they call you. I just had to test that. To my surprise, and mild enjoyment I found that the title is just a newspaper worthy title. 'The Man with Little Fear,' that doesn't really sell papers, now does it?"
Matt steps back to the wall and as discretely as possible grabs a piece of glass that was still connected to the wall.
"My pain will no longer be an outlet for your amusement!"
Matt charges at Mister Fear with the glass shard aimed towards the man's head. Mister Fear dodges the first swing, but unfortunately for him gets hit by the second swing which connected to his side. The pain of the cut caused the man to fall to the floor in pain and grab his side.
"No! Please!"
The shattering experience of music has been a challenge to my thinking on ultimate issues...Music leads to the threshold of repentance, of unbearable realization of our own vanity and frailty and of the terrible relevance of God. I would define myself as a person who has been smitten by music.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man
by Makoto Sei Watanabe Architects, 2000
"The growth of the Web Frame was facilitated by computer
program for automated generation of code. This was a development
and practical realization of the on-going research project titled
"Induction Cities." And this is the world's first implementation of
what we call PGA, Program Generated Architecture."
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"The Buddha is said to have given a 'silent sermon' once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it. After a while, one of those present, a monk called Mahakasyapa, began to smile. He is said to have been the only one who had understood the sermon. According to legend, that smile (that is to say, realization) was handed down by twenty eight successive masters and much later became the origin of Zen."
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth
و مثل بادبزن، ذهن، سطح روشن گل را
گرفته بود به دست
و باد می زد خود را.
سهراب سپهری
“Birds chirping around you is a beautiful realization that life is incredibly good. Let this sound be a gentle break in your routine.” -Hiral Nagda
One of the things Mike and I love to do is sit in our backyard and watch birds. It’s a time to slow down and just enjoy the moment along with the songs the birds sing.
Notebooks from Cavallini & Co., bandana from United by Blue.
Can't wait till 2012, am really looking forward to the change next year!
This year's lessons, discovery, realizations, accomplishments, experiences, friends and family have been amazing and the list is endless, I just want to compile all lovely things I've ever seen and heard on a single page and have it with me forever.
Happy New Year to all!
Some of the most profound realizations occur while walking alone on remote paths like these. Every species, regardless of its scale, lives an ephemeral life so beautifully and inextricably entangled that the loss of even one ripples through the entire ecosystem and eventually the Earth itself. It is a fragile reality that often eludes human comprehension until the consequences become stark.
While out here, I watched a butterfly feeding on nectar and began wondering about the 'why' of it all. What is the purpose of a butterfly at 2250m? To pollinate. Why pollination here? So the alpine flora may thrive. Why must the flora thrive? To sustain the bees and the soil. And so it went on and on, endlessly.
In that moment, I realized I would never truly grasp the full depth of this design. I saw that my own presence, my breath, my footsteps, my very gaze, altered this delicate balance in its own unique way. And ultimately, the 'I' in my head simply reduced to nothing.
77/365
Whoa. A lot of realization has happened in the past day or so. Some of my close friends and I were talking about Instagram, Flick, etc. and it was brought up how negatively I use them with all my rantings and such. As much as I'd like to deny it, I have to agree. It seems as if I'm never happy, so I owe all you guys a big apology. I'm still not as satisfied with my work, along with this photo, but instead go whining about it, I need to evaluate what I'm doing wrong and fix it next time. For example, this picture has a wacky composition. The angle I shot at is way off. What I'm getting at is I now know the steps I need to take in order to improve and get the quality shot I'm hoping for.
Also, sorry for a late post. As soon as I came home from shooting I took a nap and didn't wake up till 9 pm.
Through life we dig ourselves a deep hole, that symbolize who we are. It can be really hard to get up from it, even though we realize that we have changed.
What circumstances made us like this? When we realize why the hole is shaped like it is, then we might find a way to climb up from it.
It´s not until now I feel like I have the power to become who I really want to be.
Realization broke into a grin on the soldier's face. "Really? Then I am really, really happy for you. This day has been a long time coming. And I bet you've also been holding in that 'late' line for a while."
Liza grinned as well, the euphoria of her completed task bubbling through her tranquil mood and coming out with a laugh.
"You have no idea how hard it was to get this assignment before I leave. Eventually I persuaded Gikhor that we could celebrate the royal wedding by freeing Mythron of a corrupt politician and the Organization of rogue debtor at the same time."
Sven nodded. "Well, if you can tell the story as we walk, Dame Assassin, the Krak lies waiting for the morning tide to take you to Consord, and my cabin is a more comfortable place to spend the night than any tavern in this port. Shall we?"
"We shall."
Taking Sven's arm and beginning a recap of her day's adventures, Liza continued on through the celebrating city.
The sudden cut of loss and realization is painfully sharp.
Acceptance and understanding is elusive; the suffering deeper still.
Late Sunday afternoon I went to Seymour Mountain. On each anniversary of my accident, I try to visit and go for a walk. After just missing sunset at the parking lot I took my headlamp and camera gear for a hike to Dog Mountain. Not much snow but plenty of quiet time to revisit my fall, 7 years ago now.
January 17, 2007
Simon and I went for a snowshoe hike around the east side of Seymour and went up Runner Peak. During the traverse back, about 1/2 hour from the ski runs, I fell. A long way. 600 feet below I ended up at Theta Lake. My backpack & coat ripped from my body, never to be found again. One boot and snowshoe gone. Broken shoulder, missing teeth and a neck fracture. Blood. Disorientated and cold. Though truth be told, I was very lucky to be in such good condition.
Nearly impossible to hike down but Simon makes it halfway regardless. Relieved to hear me alive, he manages to call for help. Somehow within 40 minutes and moments before dark sets in, a helicopter comes in and drops off 2 men. I clearly remember their headlamps coming towards me. I'm pretty sure I was mumbling and yelling, wondering why the helicopter had gone away. One of them told me to shut up. I had just met Tim Jones.
It took about an hour to reach the viewpoint at the end of the trail. Most of the fog below had disappeared so I sat down and decided to wait for a bit. Maybe the colder night air would bring the low cloud cover back. Besides, just sitting there gave me a chance to look up at the stars and check things out in my head.
January 18, 2007
Tim & Gord had wrapped me up within a heated blanket. They kept me alive. I think Tim's outer layer was a garbage bag with arm holes cut in it. How they had kept warm overnight I have no idea. I didn't know it at the time but Tim has been involved in over 1,500 rescues during his time with NSR since 1987. I couldn't have been in better hands.
SAR personnel had mobilized and were sent in to assist. The first group of 5 made it in before the worsening weather and terrible snow conditions forced everyone else to turn back for their own safety. Thank you Jeff, Bruce, Doug, John & Rollie. We were badly in need of help. The snow continued to fall. At one point a loud rumble headed down towards us, stopping within throwing distance. Unable to see what had happened I asked what was that. Tim replied, "Mother Nature". That avalanche forced the group to move base camp. They dug a snow cave and put me inside. I spent the next 14 hours within the hole. There was no getting home today. They all suffered worse than me I'm sure.
After realizing that only a few lingering clouds would make their way back over the city, I took this photo and packed up. No one else was out here. I headed back just before 7pm. When I passed First Lake I was surprised to hear what sounded like people above. Seemed unusual to me. Later along the trail I bumped into 3 paramedics who were on their way to help with a cardiac arrest near Dinky Peak. I gave them a hand carrying some of their heavy gear. I thought about asking if Tim was up here, as I hadn't seen him in a while, but it seemed inappropriate as they were on an emergency call so it never came up. [Tim Jones is an advanced life-support paramedic and paramedic-in-charge for the B.C. Ambulance Service in North Vancouver] On the way, they were told via radio, that another group were bringing the subject down the mountain. So we returned to the parking lot, where I left them and all the other many rescue personnel.
January 19, 2007
There was talk of a insane 10+ hour rope rescue to lift me out of this bowl if the deep clouds continued to prevent an air rescue. But finally a small opening appeared in the afternoon, and a helicopter popped in. They basically tossed me in while it hovered just above the frozen lake. Inside the helicopter and on the way to the hospital, I was laying down on the legs of Curtis Jones, Tim's son.
I simply would not have survived had his father not risked his life to rescue me. Words cannot not express the gratitude my family continues to feel towards him. I don't recall ever hearing Tim or any of the others complaining, even though none of them could have been comfortable. These volunteers are heroes in my books.
After giving a Mexican hitchhiker a ride down the mountain I received a shocking text telling me who had died on Seymour that night. The facts all tumbled into place. Tears began to fall. And the local outdoor community was devastated. Tim Jones had passed away from a heart attack.
Tim had an amazing spirit and strength. Determined and passionate. He was a larger-than-life leader of North Shore Rescue. I know he will be missed deeply by his team, friends & co-workers.
My deepest condolences to his family. I can't imagine the grief you must be feeling right now.
So. I came to a realization today that my build wasn't going to work in SL as it is now. The physics were just too taxing on the sim. So, it's gone into my inventory until Havok 4 and perhaps mono are released on the main grid, that's where it will live. Until then, I'm working on something fun, and imaginative... and it all starts with this one, lonely, pink tree.
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I was at a stop light when I saw this guy next to me with this beret, just when I was taking the picture he turned around, so now it looks like it was a planned shot!
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FOR THE REALIZATION OF THIS PHOTOGRAPH, WE HAVE USED A SIMPLE REAL LASER (FOR ASTRONOMY)...
A raygun is a science-fiction directed-energy weapon that releases energy, usually with destructive effect. They have various alternate names: ray gun, death ray, beam gun, blaster, laser gun, laser pistol, phaser, zap gun, etc. In most stories, when activated, a raygun emits a ray, typically visible, usually lethal if it hits a human target, often destructive if it hits mechanical objects, with properties and other effects unspecified or varying.