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Georgia O'Keeffe.
I can relate to this quote, it's so true for me and I'm sure very true for most of you as well. I love Georgia O'Keeffe's work.
Took this at Raglan, the sun had just gone done. Really the title relates to watching the day change to night but also I got made redundant (due to finish in June, company closing also) a few months ago and have found a new job so big exciting changes ahead for me and a major relief!
This image is a big thanks to Sonja who has sent me some encouraging words whilst I was looking for work-cheers-no pink sorry though-hope its OK :-)
It is truly difficult to effectively relate how graceful and ethereal Manta Rays are as they perform their nightly ballet in the warm waters near Kona Hawaii. This image perhaps does the work of hundreds of adjectives in relating the emotion you feel as these massive creatures glide inches from your face.
If you would like to read more about swimming with Mantas and see more photos of this adventure, check-out my blog article: www.firefallphotography.com/swimming-manta-rays-tips-phot...
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The chapel features, on its three walls, frescoed scenes relating to the Universal Flood, the Entrance of the Animals into the Ark, the End of the Flood and Noah's Drunkenness. The compositions are characterised by outdoor visions marked by the presence of human figures and animals, both depicted on a small scale. The painter's attention seems to be focused on the description of the variety of animals and birds, without, however, failing to dwell on the more intensely dramatic scenes, such as the cases of those who drown, going as far as the cold analysis of the corpses strewn on the ground after the Flood. The stories of the Flood are linked to the fresco of the Baptism of Christ that faces them in the cloistered church, as a foreshadowing of that moment of salvation, according to what St Peter makes clear in the First Epistle (3:20-21): "God in his longsuffering waited in the days of Noah for the ark to be built, in which eight people in all found escape from the water, a figure, this one, of the Baptism that now saves us".
Historical-critical information: In these frescoes, Aurelio Luini displays an unprecedented propensity for storytelling and narration for its own sake, which results in a smug amusement directed above all at the descriptive rendering of the various animal species, rendered with an almost lenticular meticulousness. As the son of Bernardino Luini, who was active for many years in San Maurizio, Aurelio showed undisputed talent for painting, which led him to collaborate with his older brother Giovan Pietro from 1555 onwards. Here, as in other cases, Aurelio exhibits the peculiar characteristics of his painting, sustained by an exuberant expressive emphasis that is fully in line with contemporary 'Mannerism'. The naturalistic taste manifested in the frescoes of the Noah's Ark chapel also reflects the interest that Aurelio, a member of the Accademia della Val di Blenio (run by Giovan Paolo Lomazzo), had always shown in Leonardo's research.
No, this item doesn't relate in any way to Miss Angie the dance instructor; instead, it's for Angie Mengoa, known throughout the whole domain of Flickrdom as Proverbs 31:10. Today is her 21st birthday, and I celebrated the occasion by creating this special screensaver at work, which was used only today and then deleted before I went home. Those are my glasses in the lower right-hand corner. It is proof positive that I thought of my young friend throughout her big day, as this greeting scrolled across my computer screen whenever I left it idle for more than a few minutes.
Angie herself commemorated her birthday with this little masterpiece, so typical of her in that it displays her formidable talent, her remarkable beauty, and her deeply-held religious convictions, all of which essentially define who and what she is. It is so fitting for her to note her 21st birthday with a prayer, as she did here. And as for me, I will keep her in my own prayers always, as well as in my heart and my affections. I admit to being very, very fond of this remarkable young lady.
When you see this, Angie, it will be either very late in the evening on your big day, or the following morning; but either way, I hope your 21st birthday has been just splendid. :-)
Visiting the Rijksmuseum, I stopped by the library that had an amazing light coming through the windows. There was a glass door that was sound proof, which shut you off from the rest of the museum so it was nice to get away from whispering crowds. I got lucky with the childrens' silhouettes.
The Rijksmuseum Research Library is one of the main art libraries in the world. Catalogues of auctions and exhibitions, trade and collection catalogues, as well as books, periodicals and annual reports relating to the museum collections have been collected without interruption since 1885.
The library is situated in the main building of the Rijksmuseum and houses a reading room and a study room.
The International Bomber Command Centre (IBCC) a memorial relating the historical impact of and on Bomber Command during the Second World War. Located on Canwick Hill, overlooking the city of Lincoln in Lincolnshire.
The city of Lincoln was selected for the location of the IBCC because 27 RAF Bomber Command stations (over a third of all Bomber Command stations) were based in the county during World War II. The large amount of airfields led to Lincolnshire being nicknamed the "Bomber County".
Located at Canwick Hill, the centre is just under two and half miles from RAF Waddington, which suffered the greatest losses of any Bomber Command station, and close to the former Avro aircraft production facility at Bracebridge Heath. A view of Lincoln Cathedral, a prominent landmark for aircrews, forms an important part of the vista from the centre of the Memorial Spire.
The aim of the IBCC is to tell the personal stories of members of the RAF Bomber Command, ground crew and civilians impacted by the bombing campaigns during the Second World War. The centre will also provide a comprehensive record of the role of Bomber Command's squadrons and to digitally display historical documentation and photographs relating to the activity of Bomber Command.
Within the grounds of the International Bomber Command Centre the Spire Memorial was erected on 10 May 2015. The memorial is a spire, reflecting the connection to Lincoln Cathedral. Created out of Corten A weathering steel, it is based on the dimensions of the wingspan of a Lancaster bomber, being 102ft high and 16ft at the base. The Spire was officially unveiled in October 2015 to an audience of 3,600 guests including 312 Bomber veterans.
The spire is encircled by walls carrying the names of all 57,871 men and women who gave their lives whilst serving in or supporting Bomber Command. This is the only place in the world where all these losses are memorialised.
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There are plenty of things I could tell you about this image but what I am going to relate tonight is only going to involve the mistake I made.
One of the risks to habits is that you can come to rely on them overly much. A case in point would be that by an unofficial rule I generally keep my Hasselblad backs loaded with 400 ISO film, one back for color and the other for b&w. When I do load a different speed film in one of my backs I try to make a note because I am so used to 400 speed film in them that I have mis-exposed film before because of mistaken assumption.
Before this latest trip up to the Olympic Peninsula I had been working a lot and photographing only a little. As such by the time I got up there my black and white back was halfway through a roll of film I could not remember loading and so I could not remember which film was in it. Normally no note would mean 400 speed but something in my brain was tickling away that this was not true, that I had loaded something out of the ordinary in terms of film speed in this back.
So what are my options at this point with about six frames left to expose? Well I could trust my habits and expose at 400. I could attempt to second guess motives and backtrack through memory to deduce which film I might have loaded. I could meter somewhere in between. This latter is what I did. I figured the only other speed I would have loaded would have been 100 ISO film. So if I metered at 200 then I would only be wrong by a stop. If it was 100, I would be a stop under and considering that I normally overexpose by habit anyway, all would be ok. If it was 400, then I would be a stop over (or two with my usual overexposure). and film so readily forgives overexposure. Seriously, you can get away with three or four stops over and still produce reasonable images. Additionally I was going to be a bit less choosy with those six frames and try to blow through them quickly so I could confirm the film and if necessary backtrack to re-expose any images.
Thus I set off. Unfortunately it was sunny and clear and conducive to heavy ND shooting so "blowing through" half a roll takes on a slightly different meaning when shooting through 18 stops of neutral density. It took a few hours but I managed, wound the roll and unloaded it... to find a roll of Rollei RPX 25. Umm yeah. So metering for 200, maybe overexposing by design by a stop I was still going to be two stops under. That was a bit disappointing. Usually I defer to the decisions that past-Zeb makes. He often seems to think of things that present-Zeb appreciates. But this time I was wondering what in the heck that past me was thinking by loading a roll of 25 speed film in a camera that usually uses 400 speed and not putting a note on it to warn present-Zeb how to expose it properly. Sheesh.
So I had a bit of a sinking feeling in my stomach, figuring not even the forgiveness of film was going to save me this time. Luckily I was still on the same beach and did backtrack to re-expose the images I felt most strongly about. I debated having the roll pushed when I got back but then the first half had theoretically been exposed accurately and I couldn't really remember what was on it, so I didn't want to push process that stuff, so I just let it go, morbidly curious to see how thin the negs would be. Imagine my surprise when the stuff that came back turned out to be fairly usable... at least some of it. This image for example was metered somewhere around 100 to 200 ISO, which means I probably overexposed it to begin with due to the deep shadows in the frame. But that is ok, I wanted the cliffs to be black anyway.
So what to take from all this? I guess mostly that we all make mistakes. In fact you ought to find opportunities to make mistakes. They keep us sharp, they are opportunities to learn, they sometimes show us things we may not have discovered on our own, they remind us that we are fallible in our decision-making. And I tell you about this one in particular so that you know that I am not above making such silly errors. I tend to curate out most of the images I don't consider worth the time to post or your time to see. I edit down to the good stuff, which really means the stuff that I like for one reason and another. And I think with practice and by limiting how much I post I tend to only share the stuff that is noteworthy for good reasons. But that can easily lead to the mistaken perception that maybe I don't make the same mistakes you make. That I don't screw up my calculations or forget something simple and obvious. Well trust me, I do. And sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. On this case I got lucky, no thanks to my past self.
Hasselblad 500C
Rollei RPX 25
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“Let Us Cross to the Other Side”
One phrase in our Gospel reading quickened my heart, because I instantly related to its meaning. It speaks to the big and small decisions we make everyday in our lives. “Let Us Cross to the Other Side” is a statement that we should all relate with. With each event that occurs in our lives we make decisions (big or small)…and a new journey begins. Yes, our lives, are but a series of decisions and events with many endings but ultimately concludes with our death.
In this rich and deep Gospel story, Jesus is inviting each of his disciples to travel with him “to the other side.” Each of them freely makes the decision to enter the boat. From the disciples view, they soon discover that they are on rough water. It should be easy for us to relate to their predicament. However, Jesus we are told is asleep on a cushion. In their panic, they wake Jesus up, and state “don’t you care that we are perishing?” With the words from his mouth, Jesus simply says “quiet, peace be still.” All the storms are calmed now…the one they see and the one they feel on the inside. One can imagine Jesus calming saying “what are you afraid of…where is your faith?”
How often have we felt this way in the middle of a journey? The storms within our own hearts! How often do we feel the squalls, the uncontrollable emotions that snatches away our peace and clouds our judgement. I have and so have you.
Recently, I was traveling to see one of our parishioners. I was stopped at a red light, when the light turned green, I proceeded forward…suddenly I was in the middle of a sudden storm…my car spun around…and my peace was gone. After my daze, I quickly realized how blessed I was…in the spinning of my car…the deadly force of the other car had been swallowed up. A few feet more…and I would have been crushed. I made it to the other side of this event…and I am steal learning things about myself. What did the disciples learn about themselves, as they completed their journey to the other side of the lake? I suspect they had a deeper understanding and a “healthier fear” of the one called Jesus; their constant traveling companion.
Like the disciples on the boat, some storms we experience collectively-that would be together. Our Psalm reading, in the context of our shared experience of the pandemic, seems very timely. Is life not like sailing on deep waters where we experience wonder, mystery and fear. Sometimes larger then life events carry us to heaven (rain during a drought or the miracle of a as a vaccine that is available to us all) and sometimes we get carried to the depths-pandemics, droughts, earthquakes and war. What should our collective response be? I quote our Psalm reading…
They cried to the LORD in their distress;
from their straits he rescued them,
He hushed the storm to a gentle breeze,
and the billows of the sea were stilled.
They rejoiced that they were calmed,
and he brought them to their desired haven.
Let them give thanks to the LORD for his kindness
and his wondrous deeds to the children of men.
It appears that we are starting to see the other side of this event we call Covid. It has been a very long journey. As we arrive on this new chore together…we are wondering what the new normal is going to look like. We know that this journey has changed us…it has changed our Church community.
Every week we come to church where we are reminded that we do not journey alone. We receive an outward reminder of an inward reality that our God would never abandon us. I am reminded what Jesus said in John 14:27:
“Peace- I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.”
Jesus always resides with us and in us. In a moment we will physically receive Jesus in the bread…we will consume this bread of life. The sign has been given, Jesus is literally with us. The question now is where will we take Him?
-rc
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A few things can be described about this. The location is Bingsjö in Sweden, Päckosgården to be more exact. Once the home of a musician...
This year I will try to stay away from the cruising nights and concentrate on this place ;) More to come on that...
How many of those of you who are parents can relate?
Malaysian Pied Fantail. Singapore Botanic Gardens.
There are many rumors about the ship′s origins and how it got stranded on the beach. Most relate that the ship was used to smuggle cigarettes between Turkey and Italy. She was seized by the port authorities of Gythio and then deliberately released from the port and left to be dragged by the sea to the beach at Valtaki, about 5 kilometers (2.7 nautical miles; 3.1 miles) from the port of Gythio. She was then set on fire to hide the evidence of cigarette smuggling. Another, less common rumor speaks of a ghost ship of unknown origins.
However, according to a book written by the Honorary Chief of the Hellenic Coast Guard, Vice Admiral Christos Ntounis (1935–2010), Ta Navagia stis Ellinikes thalasses (translated as The shipwrecks of the Greek seas) there is more to be said about the true history of the ship.
The Dimitrios in 2008.
In Ta Navagia stis Ellinikes thalasses (Volume B 1950-2000), Ntounis writes that the ship made an emergency docking at Gythio on 4 December 1980 because her captain needed access to a hospital due to a serious illness. However, after the ship′s docking, financial problems arose with the crew, as did various engine problems, coupled with insurance measures imposed by various lenders. The crew was then fired and the task of safeguarding the ship was assigned to Georgios Daniil and Vasilis Parigoris.
The ship was docked at Gythio until June 1981, when she was declared unsafe due to wear on the docking ropes and starboard list due to water entering her hull. The port authorities asked for her to be moved to an anchorage outside the port for safety reasons, but the owners did not respond until November 1981. The book states that "at approximately 12:30 p.m. on the 9th of November 1981 the ship was swept about 2 [nautical?] miles [2.3 miles; 3.7 km] away due to severe weather conditions and it was temporary anchored". But the temporary anchorage did not last for long, as the ship was swept away again and finally stranded at its current location on the beach at Valtaki on 23 December 1981. The ship was then simply abandoned there and no attempts were made to recover her.
HDR, 10 stop ND
June 25, 2011.
This is my sister
I'm only getting started. I won't blackout
Thank you so much Meggie for the testimonial :)
I've been thinking for a long while over the topic of meeting new people, and watching the previous ones leave as new ones enter.
Maybe everyone is meant to meet one monster in their lives, the ghost of their past that whispers in the haunting darkness, the one shadow that will never let them go. It awakens in the night, waiting for the hours to tick by so it can press its suffocating weight onto your shoulders. Insomnia keeps your eyes wide open, allowing you to feel the pressure from the shadow.
There's no escaping, because nightmares only materialise in pure silence, when your thoughts are fleeing in hurried bursts from your mind. When the only sound is the jagged edge of your breath catching in the ragged air. When your hands are clenched in tight little grips on the sheets, and you feel an inconsolable sense of grief.
All that you have lost, and the pain you have gone through, slowly collected in that one shadow, all weighing down on you. All the memories. All the recollections. They're all waiting in the dark to come back and haunt you.
Remembering a memory is akin to taking a blurred photograph and putting it in your pocket. You will always remember what happened in that instant, but not too clearly; yet clearly enough to know the general details. And try as you might, you will never be able to change the memory. Because it has already been printed, and it has become a fact of life.
Whilst looking at things relating to Plaxton of Scarborough, its probably worth sharing this picture too. I think it was taken on the occasion of a coach operators association visit.
To the fore we have a very nice Supreme bodied Leyland Leopard for Martindales of Ferryhill, PPT 400P . . . which helps date the pictures to '75/6.
The next two Supremes in line are, I suspect, two Bedford YMTs for Harry Shaw of Coventry, NVC 3 & 10P. Further down is the only sevice bus in view which would probably be a Ford 'Derwent' for East Kent.
Two photos today relate to an exhibition at the National Gallery of Australia, Canberra, in 2011. This first one is of a replica poster in our own collection. It is one of the costume designs by Russian artist Léon Bakst (1866-1924) for Sergei Diaghilev's Les Ballet Russes production of Shéhérazade (1910). The music was written by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov.
nga.gov.au/exhibition/balletsrusses/default.cfm?MnuID=4&a...
The costume was to be worn by the character Shah Zeman, the brother of the ruler of Persia, in one of the stories from "The Arabian Nights". nga.gov.au/exhibition/balletsrusses/Default.cfm?IRN=74158...
Sergei Diaghilev (1872-1929) was the impresario who founded Les Ballet Russes.
Elysian (E•ly•sian): relating to, or characteristics of heaven or paradise. | Model: @ktmkvi
So I'm finally posting personal work. Took this awhile ago with my friend. I really really wanted to get out and go explore. We decided to go check out these waterfalls by my house & do a shoot. It was super cold. So cold that nobody was even at this park. We climbed down to the base and walked right over the ice. Large portions of the water was frozen so it made it easy getting over by the waterfall. After a while we both started getting cold and packed up.
Eidetic: relating to or denoting mental images having unusual vividness and detail, as if actually visible. Gainesville Florida 9/8/24
Handheld panorama using the Nikon fisheye set to 15mm
Taunton, MA
The Three Mile River or Threemile River is a river in Bristol County, Massachusetts. It is formed by the junction of the Rumford and Wading rivers in the town of Norton. It flows in a southeasterly direction for 13.5 miles (21.7 km) through the towns of Norton, Taunton and Dighton, where it joins the Taunton River.
On August 25, 2008, the Three Mile Watershed was designated an Area of Critical Environmental Concern (ACEC) by the Massachusetts Department of Conservation and Recreation (DCR). The ACEC designation imparts certain protections and restrictions within a designated area relating to new development and other human activities.
Practically, most humans ears merely relate far less than 20% of truth through listening and our highly regard window of souls, the dependent eyes only sees 60% of absolute truth. Fundamentally, our weakest, disturbant mind render and analyse close to 20% of unrational facts in many circumstances incorrectly.
Sadly, we human being prefer to act 100% according to our unbalance, misery brain chemical signal, our separated left and right brain cell sent out very contradicting wave signal and therefore our final independent heart is determine to react accordingly in final stage. even 90% of great scientist miss out emphasize our critical functionality of heart incorrectly with mistake
In reality with all such complex human senses aid, we can only be less than 90% certain correct at most times as the other negative balance remain 10% was distributed and affect by our much prejudice, emotional core ownership - human solitude heart that stay much farther away from eyes ears and the brain. As a matter of fact, heart, eyes, mind and ears solely function individually and selfishly according to days and night different basically cause by the atmospheric transition of changing light phantom . Is still a mystical to scientist but much connected with your previous Karmathic field records why we are here. To argue, fight and destroy for own justice with the five distratrous senses we own from pass mistake.
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Grace: Taken by Megan
Hello! Sorry it's been so long since we uploaded last! Exams are soon upon us :(
But on a happier note, we would like to introduce our new project!
We feel that colour is a strong representation of emotions and so, we are attempting a series of photos which relates colour to an emotion! (the colour will be dipicted by the dress we wear because, hey, we love dresses!) We can't wait to see what we can do with this idea, so we hope you like it :)
Have a great week!
I love the idea of being on the hunt, nothing sexier. I will add a disclaimer that I only approve when it is two consenting adults. I think everyone can relate to lusting over someone and the chase to get the object of one's affection. The idea here though is that the person we create is often just as far removed from the reality that exists. I cant help it, I like the game, the fantasy. The photo was meant to create an image of that hunter energy, which was also meant to come of a bit creepy, because raw sexuality can show up that way at times. Hopefully I was able to capture the vibe.
Mood: Maroon 5 - Animals (Official Music Video)
The BBC radio has been devoting practically all the time since the announcement of the death of HRH, the Duke of Edinburgh, to talking about his long life. This radio is also very old though not quite so old as Prince Philip was. But like Prince Philip it has done long years of good service for us. I think I bought it in 1977 and we still use it as the sound is much better than on our more modern lighter radios. Maybe it is slightly related to his interest in engineering and how things are made. The flowers grown in our organic garden perhaps relates a little to his interest in the environment.
Thank you so much for sharing your quality photos which is a great way to see and keep some sort of touch with the world from home. Also for your kind comments and favours which are much valued.
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The 1890 Empress Flour Mill on Queen Street is category C industrial heritage building, which means that its removal is a permitted activity. There are two plaques on the front of the building, one relating to the 118 year old structure and the other to the 1921 grain silos. With a height of 35 metres the category B listed heritage silos are the town's most prominent landmark. They're still in use and will not be demolished.
Zondag 5 Juli 2019
Van 's Herenelderen (B) werd verkast naar Alt-Hoeselt (B), gelegen aan dezelfde lijn maar gunstiger voor de zon later in de middag.
Als eerste kwam hier een reizigerstrein voorbij - NMBS Eloc 1910 met M6 rijtuigen.
NMBS bestelde in 2007 locomotieven voor inzet in het reizigersverkeer bij Siemens. Deze werden ingedeeld in de serie HLE 18 en 19. De locomotieven komen uit de Siemens ES 2007 - deze serie is gebaseerd op het Taurus IV platform wat later opgevolgd werd door de Vectron. In totaal werden 120 locomotieven aangeschaft die pas in 2011 in dienst werden genomen.
Het dubbeldeksrijtuig M6 is sinds 2001 in dienst bij de NMBS - in 2011 zijn er totaal 249 stuks in gebruik genomen vooral bedoeld om ingezet te worden als intercity materieel.
NMBS Eloc 1910 komt met een stam M6 langs Alt-Hoeselt op weg als Intercity van Hasselt (B) naar Tongeren (B).
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Sunday July 5, 2019
I moved from 's Herenelderen (B) to Alt-Hoeselt (B), it's on the same line but better for the sun later in the afternoon.
First a passenger train passed here - NMBS Eloc 1910 with M6 carriages.
In 2007, NMBS ordered locomotives for use in passenger traffic from Siemens. These were divided into the series HLE 18 and 19. The locomotives relate to the Siemens ES 2007 - this series is based on the Taurus IV platform which was later succeeded by the Vectron. A total of 120 locomotives were purchased - the first where put into service until 2011.
The double-deck carriage M6 has been in service with the NMBS since 2001 - in 2011 a total of 249 units were put into use, mainly intended for use as intercity equipment.
NMBS Eloc 1910 with a M6 trainset passes Alt-Hoeselt on its way as Intercity from Hasselt (B) to Tongeren (B).
Banteay Srei or Banteay Srey is a 10th-century Cambodian temple dedicated to the Hindu god Shiva. Located in the area of Angkor, it lies near the hill of Phnom Dei, 25 km (16 mi) north-east of the main group of temples that once belonged to the medieval capitals of Yasodharapura and Angkor Thom. Banteay Srei is built largely of red sandstone, a medium that lends itself to the elaborate decorative wall carvings which are still observable today. The buildings themselves are miniature in scale, unusually so when measured by the standards of Angkorian construction. These factors have made the temple extremely popular with tourists, and have led to its being widely praised as a "precious gem", or the "jewel of Khmer art."
The temple's modern name, Bantãy Srĕi—citadel of the women, or citadel of beauty—is probably related to the intricacy of the bas relief carvings found on the walls and the tiny dimensions of the buildings themselves. Some have speculated that it relates to the many devatas carved into the walls of the buildings. Apsaras, divine nymphs or celestial dancing girls, are characters from Indian mythology. Apsaras and devatas are ubiquitous at Angkor, but are most common in the foundations of the 12th century. Depictions of true (dancing) apsaras are found, for example, in the Hall of Dancers at Preah Khan, in the pillars that line the passageways through the outer gallery of the Bayon, and in the famous bas-relief of Angkor Watdepicting the churning of the Ocean of Milk.
Dvarapalas are human or demonic temple guardians, generally armed with lances and clubs. They are presented either as a stone statues or as relief carvings in the walls of temples and other buildings, generally close to entrances or passageways. Their function is to protect the temples. Dvarapalas may be seen, for example, at Preah Ko, Lolei, Banteay Srei, Preah Khanand Banteay Kdei. (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banteay_Srei)
Relating to a blog I posted today about how I'm fine taking my clothes off in abandoned buildings yet totally afraid to pose clothed in public view, I went outside to take a photo. Granted, it was just on the corner of my street, but someone even walked by while I was setting up the camera and nothing bad happened! Baby steps. That's what it's all about.
Magnus relating the history of the Viking realm of the Southern Isles (ie: the Western Isles of Scotland and I of Man)
While I support the artform known as graffiti, I do not condone any act or form of vandalism or any illegal activity relating to such whether it be to private, commercial, or public property.
Captured at a D Day revival event held in the village of Southwick, Hampshire. Members of the public can take the opportunity to celebrate the event by wearing costumes relating to the 1940's.
Ravioli A Beans truly “reaching for the stars” today on the back of the couch. I love being warm so much. I couldn’t possibly relate more to my sweet cats. Just charging our batteries in the sun.
A particular situation that relates to Poverty;
Gregory White - is a homeless man in Louisiana who was arrested for stealing food from a grocery store. The retail
value of the food was $39. He was assessed $339 in fines and fees and was jailed. His charges were later changed
to community service because he could not pay the fines. But when he could not pay the bus fare to complete his community service, he went back to jail. He spent a total of 198 days behind bars, and his incarceration cost the City of New Orleans $3,500.
(American Civil Liberties Union, “IN FOR A PENNY: The Rise of America’s New Debtor’s Prisons.”)
Can anybodyout there relate to this adult burrowing owl (dad)? I feel that I can ... seems to me that it's just looking for a little bit of shade from the heat and a bit of solitude from its routine busy day duties.
See, this dad had numerous burrowing owlets to provide for and a mate that also requires a bit of attention. The owlets can be quite demanding at times ... not to mention noisy. Where better can there be than to fly off to a nearby tree that the young can't quite navigate yet. LOL
It's an absolutely gorgeous day here on the western slope of Colorado, though I honestly wish it would be a bit cooler. Hopefully it won't be that long, though the cold weather from a few weeks ago got me anxious for more.
Happy Weekend everyone. Hope that you're out there enjoying it.
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The title can relate to the car or this man's low riding pants. Decide for yourself. I have no idea what these two are talking about. For all we know, he may have a lesion on his stomach or maybe he painted a smiley face on his chest, or maybe he's just proud of his abs. In any event, it was an unusual moment in an interesting setting. The old 1958 Chevy Bel Air completes the scene. And yes, the horizon is off purposely. Havana, Cuba, March 2019
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I do relate so well to this quote....art is my solace no matter the end result....the only time my brain isn't running at high speed... the only time I'm quiet...it's my meditation.
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On my last outing I found this Yellow-crowned Night Heron just wanting to sleep in the early morning. I can relate to him/her today and will be a bit slow getting to everyone’s posts. Just as his eyes were drifting shut here, my eyes will need to do the same in order for me to recover from an extremely busy day yesterday. Photo taken on Armand Bayou.
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Facciamo un sondaggio:
-Quanti di voi sanno di essere vivi?
Cazzate! Siete soldatini di plastica in una fangosa guerra in miniatura!
Avanti...quanti di voi pensano di essere vivi,quanti di voi sanno di essere veramente vivi?
Being a misfit
I can relate
Never quite fitting into
your skin
curled up
waiting
for the transformation
to become something
beautiful
and excepting...
I was up really late last night trying to think of the perfect words to write for this photograph, I have a lot of words in my head. I thought a lot of when I was a teenager and how I never fit into any "group" or really understood the "game" very well. I never felt completely comfortable around humans, I had an issue with trusting them. They always seemed to lie to themselves and to others just to appease their peers. The game never stops you know, it's embedded into society so tightly people don't even realize they are playing it. I felt like I was always transparent and awkward...I never even had a real boyfriend until 11th grade and I was sooooo freaked out half the time around him like I was going to screw it up at any moment! So I bonded with nature and got what I needed through long walks in the woods. I look at India and see how social she is and I want to warn her about these things I see but I know she needs to find her own way and figure it out for herself with maybe a few pointers from me...