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The peony is a flowering plant in the genus Paeonia, the only genus in the family Paeoniaceae. They are native to Asia, Europe and Western North America. Scientists differ on the number of species that can be distinguished ranging from 25 to 40,although the current consensus is 33 known species.[The relationships between the species need to be further clarified 277
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Symbiosis is any type of a close and long-term biological interaction between two different biological organisms, be it mutualistic, commensalistic, or parasitic. The organisms, each termed a symbiont, must be of different species. Wikipedia
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On Love
"The demand to be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don’t know how to love.
Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict."
I cani amano gli amici e mordono i nemici, a differenza degli esseri umani, che sono incapaci di amore puro e confondono l’amore con l’odio nelle loro relazioni.
Sigmund Freud
Dogs love friends and bite enemies, a difference of humans, who are incapable of pure love and confuse love with hatred in their relationships.
Sigmund Freud
My Five New Year's Day Wishes are:
4. Creating Closer International Relationships and Equality
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So far, my relationship with spring has been a long distance affair. Hope to get closer, next week.
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday and stay safe!
Day 11
Wishing all my WTBW friends Congratulations for our Third Anniversary! Thanks to you all for your wonderful artistic contributions for a better world over the past 3 years. Hopefully, in a small way we make a difference.
Let's all reach out beyond the divide and come together in kindness, tolerance, understanding, love, help, respect, positive thinking and actions, compassion and embrace our differences, my friends!
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Macro Mondays "Redux 2018 - My favorite theme of the year " [Double Exposure]
January 8: Double Exposure
Life is a Rainbow - One year in colours
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It is a symbiotic relationship. The peony produces nectar from unopened buds that ants love to eat, much like Bamboo says. There are a few species of plants that produce nectar outside of their flowers to tempt ants to live nearby.
The peony or paeony is a flowering plant in the genus Paeonia, the only genus in the family Paeoniaceae. Peonies are native to Asia, Europe and Western North America. Scientists differ on the number of species that can be distinguished, ranging from 25 to 40, although the current consensus is 33 known species. The relationships between the species need to be further clarified.
Higher classificationPaeoniaceae
Scientific namePaeonia
KingdomPlant
OrderSaxifragales
ClassMagnoliopsida
Biological classificationsGenus · Family
Lower classificationsPaeonia Suffruticosa · Paeonia Lactiflora · Paeonia Officinalis · Paeonia Delavayi · Paeonia Californica · Paeonia Brownii · Paeonia Mascula · Paeonia Daurica Subsp. Mlokosewitschii · Paeonia Ludlowii · Paeonia Tenuifolia
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Riker: "Too real."
Bass Player: "You got that straight, slim. Too real is too right."
Coming to grips is a process longer, more intricate, than I thought. I know now, in the grand scheme, no one could love her as deeply as I had. Others might try, more likely throwing out that word, lures, or various sweet nothings in an ultimately meaningless bit to get their phallus moist, give off the appearance of succession in the short-term. It'll feel ecstatic; blissful, even. But, it'll ultimately be fleeting, everlastingly pointless, and considerably empty.
They couldn't understand her as I had, and even then, the surface seemed barely scratched in the realm of understanding. They'll fall for her body, words she may flippantly throw out, and nothing more. But, they could never have the courage to fall for her mind; her soul. One of a kind. Never knowing which way the ride will take you, but you're just happy to tag along because... well, that's devotion above all. Doesn't matter what form of relationship you're in. Devotion is hard to come by and you won't find it by searching for it. It'll come when you least expect it. And when it's gone, it's gone. Try as one may to get some form of it re-established, it'll never be as it was.
And that's what I've needed to tell myself.
It'll never be as it was.
Picard: "...but, you know, Number One. Some relationships just can't work."
Riker: "Yes, probably true. She'll be difficult to forget."
Secondary Inspiration: 11001001: Nearness of You (Washington/Carmichael) and Ending - Ron Jones
Tense relationship between this heron and this boat. The heron is sulking while the boat asks him to leave him alone "Fish moi la paix (in french)". There will probably be no fish sharing tonight!
Relation tendue entre ce héron et ce bateau. Le héron fait la tête tandis que le bateau lui demander de lui "Fish la paix". Il n'y aura probablement pas d'échange de poisson ce soir !
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My fog photos are always my very personal photos. I have a special relationship to them.
Lower Bug River Valley
HOI AN.- THU BON RIver
Hoi An no sería lo mismo sin su caudaloso río Thu Bon.
Ciertamente, es una relación de amor y odio, ya que todo lo que le da (y le ha dado) a la ciudad, es capaz de quitárselo de un suspiro en las intensas épocas de lluvias.
El río Thu Bon
Atravesando la ciudad encontramos el río Thu Bon, el cual ha dado forma y ha marcado la vida de los habitantes de Hoi An durante siglos.
Hoy en día, pasear por sus orillas o tomar un café a pie de sus aguas es una de las actividades que no te puedes perder.
Festival de la linterna de luna llena de Hoi An
Aunque Hoi An luce como una postal todas las noches, la Ciudad Antigua es más espectacular durante el Festival de los Faroles mensual, cuando los locales lanzan linternas de papel iluminadas al río para promover la buena salud y la fortuna. Es una visita obligada que vale la pena modificar en su itinerario de Vietnam.
Una de las formas más populares de experimentar el río Thu Bon en Hoi An es en un paseo en bote de 1 o 2 horas. Embárcate en un bote de bambú con un pescador para aprender las técnicas de pesca locales u opta por un crucero corto en un bote moderno hasta la playa de Cua Dai. Si eres un buscador de emociones, girar como loco en un bote de canasta es una experiencia que debes probar.
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Hoi An would not be the same without its mighty Thu Bon River.
Certainly, it is a relationship of love and hate, since everything that he gives (and has given) to the city, he is capable of taking away in one breath during the intense rainy seasons.
The Thu Bon River
Crossing the city we find the Thu Bon River, which has shaped and marked the lives of the inhabitants of Hoi An for centuries.
Nowadays, walking along its banks or having a coffee at the foot of its waters is one of the activities that you cannot miss.
Hoi An Full Moon Lantern Festival
Although Hoi An looks postcard-perfect every night, the Ancient City is most spectacular during the monthly Lantern Festival, when locals release illuminated paper lanterns into the river to promote good health and fortune. It is a must-see and worth modifying in your Vietnam itinerary.
One of the most popular ways to experience the Thu Bon River in Hoi An is on a 1-2 hour boat ride. Embark on a bamboo boat with a fisherman to learn local fishing techniques or opt for a short cruise on a modern boat to Cua Dai Beach. If you are a thrill seeker, spinning like crazy in a basket boat is a must-try experience.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
Taken in neighbor's garden with Domiplan. No bokeh balls as there were no light sources in the background. Even in those condition Dompilan renders bokeh that looks like pastel painting, rich and, one may say, dominant. Of course, it is a love-hate relationship. Me, personally, I like it and look for it. It may be busy, harsh, coarse but it, for sure, is not boring, and subject still has a lot of 3D pop-up.
Fantastic misty conditions at a place I have only recently begun to explore, as I have only just discovered it! This is a shot made up of two handheld shots stitched together. The mist not only simplified the scene, it brought a different relationship between the trees.
In Mathematics, if two lines are PARALLEL, they do not meet each other, or do NOT TOUCH each other.
If we defined "ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP" as "touching someone's heart," then there wasn't such a relationship when a couple's hearts were not touching. So, can we say "the relationship is parallel?"
If it is so, this image represents a COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP with THREE people.