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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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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
"It's a relationship that started with your lies.
You're a man. I can't be attached to you even if I know
you're a man. It's not immersion.
It's true. Find your identity. You always curse me,
but you realize it's also an obsession.
This is really the last message for you.
Goodbye forever please "
please wake up.!!!!!
[Music]
wish you were gay
Feat. billie eilish
Innenansicht des Gangs 'Im Reinfeld' (Zugang von der Straße 'An der Obertrave')
Man sitzt sich gegenüber und das nachbarschaftliche Verhältnis ist bestimmt eng.
The view inside along the passage"Im Reinfeld"
You sit opposite each other and the neighborly relationship is certainly closely.
“Every relationship is a power struggle. Some of us need to be controlled.”
— Elliot Alderson, Mr. Robot,
The Carolina chickadee is a small passerine bird in the tit family Paridae. It is often placed in the genus Parus with most other tits, but mtDNA cytochrome b sequence data and morphology suggest that separating Poecile more adequately expresses these birds' relationships.(Wiki)
With the Covid 19 lock down thought it was a good idea to go through some old photographs and negatives. I've always had a love/hate relationship with Fujifilm cameras (love the Jpgs but Lightroom doesn't like the Raws normally). However using lightroom recently it seems to have massively improved (the worming effect) if you import them as DNG's. Happy days.
Macro Mondays "Redux 2018 - My favorite theme of the year " [Double Exposure]
January 8: Double Exposure
Life is a Rainbow - One year in colours
Black - 52/52 weeks
Thank you very much for your visits, faves, and kind comments - Chandana
I have a kind of love/hate relationship with ice plant. It has beautiful flowers and makes for cool pics.
BWTM, many, many years ago, when I was in basic training at Ft. Ord, California, we weren't allowed to leave the battalion area the first few weekends we were there unless on duty. So, one Saturday morning, the drill sergeants loaded a bunch of us into a deuce and a half, gave each of us a carpet knife and a gunny sack. They then took us out to one of the beach ranges that had lots of ice plant and told us to cut it with the knife and stick it in the bag. When all of our bags were full, we went to another range that didn't have much ice plant and they told us to plant the stuff we had just picked. "Just stick the cut end into the sand. It'll grow" they said. So, we did. Know what? They were right.
But I still hate the stuff.
According to wikipedia:
The European robin (Erithacus rubecula), most commonly known in Anglophone Europe simply as the robin, is a small insectivorous passerine bird, specifically a chat, that was formerly classed as a member of the thrush family (Turdidae), but is now considered to be an Old World flycatcher. Around 12.5–14.0 cm (5.0–5.5 in) in length, the male and female are similar in colouration, with an orange breast and face lined with grey, brown upperparts and a whitish belly. It is found across Europe, east to Western Siberia and south to North Africa; it is sedentary in most of its range except the far north.
The term robin is also applied to some birds in other families with red or orange breasts. These include the American robin (Turdus migratorius), which is a thrush, and the Australian red robins of the genus Petroica, members of a family whose relationships are unclear.
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Casual dating or a casual relationship is a physical and emotional relationship between two people who may have casual sex or a near-sexual relationship without necessarily demanding or expecting the additional commitments of a more formal romantic relationship. Motives for casual relationships vary.
Inspiration: Blue Eyes Blue - Eric Clapton
Pose: Black Dragon custom pose
Photo Platform: [S4A] The Beach
Windlight: Coastal Sunset
Platform: Black Dragon Viewer
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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
Relationship in space is important to impose 'characterization' to the various elements. To infuse believability to an item. In other words; it comes forth from the background and becomes something. They are no longer alone, but present themselves in concert, each enhancing one another's presence.
In such a structure the cloud and even grassy field become involved entities in the picture.
My fog photos are always my very personal photos. I have a special relationship to them.
Lower Bug River Valley
This lovely bird, together with a blue and yellow macaw (Ara ararauna), lives in Christopher Columbus House in Gran Canaria.
• Red-and-green macaw / green-winged macaw
• Guacamayo rojo / guacamayo aliverde
• Arara-vermelha / arara-verde
Scientific classification
Kingdom:Animalia
Phylum:Chordata
Class:Aves
Order:Psittaciformes
Family:Psittacidae
Genus:Ara
Species:A. chloropterus
The Casa de Colón (Columbus House) is an architectural complex located in the center of the old Vegueta neighborhood in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria. It is believed that the renowned navigator stayed there while fixing one of his caravels during his first voyage to the New World in 1492. The project incorporates a number of the houses which currently take up the entire block and includes a library, a museum, and a dedicated study center inside.
The Columbus House was established to study, research and disseminate the history of the Canary Islands and their relationship with the Americas. The museum is divided into five thematic areas. The first contains various information panels showing the settlement of the New World, and the cultures and peoples of Pre-Columbian America. The section entitled "Columbus and his Voyages" recreates the explorer's expeditions, while an exhibit in another room examines Columbus’ time in the Canary Islands. The Columbus House also has a collection of paintings from the 16th to the 19th centuries.
2018,Osaka Japan.
My photos are not complete with just one photo. What matters is the relationship with other photographs. Therefore, I recommend you to view the following series. Please feel the city of Osaka through my photos,”OSAKA STREET FRAGMENTS” www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157719832072690
Would you like to write something about my photos? The flickr "About" page has a corner called "Testimonials."
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If you would take your precious time to tell me about me, I would like to say "Thank you!" from the bottom of my heart.
My series, “Something.”
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72177720313290...
Cat portrait series,"Memories of stray cats" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157690113266...
"In explore" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72
"OsakA"
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157689638422...
Thank you everyone.
I was asked to be part of the Pryce "Mother's Day" Challenge and accepted because my Mother passed away April 7th 2017 so it is a good way to honor her!
The reason why i choose this picture is, the last time I've seen my Mother she was standing in our living room next to an End Table with a Vase of Roses on it!
Even though we did not have the best relationship, with her passing i did realize that i wish i would have had the chance to say Goodbye to her in person!
So for all of you who have their Mother present in their Lives, make sure You show them you appreciate them for as long as you can!
From Wikipedia: The International Peace Garden is a 3.65-square-mile (9.5 km) park located adjacent to the International Peace Garden Border Crossing between Canada and the United States, in the state of North Dakota and the province of Manitoba. It was established on July 14, 1932, as a symbol of the peaceful relationship between the two nations.
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
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.
I have met semi-literate village intellectuals with a lot of wisdom and highly educated scholars not in control of their motivations. The relationship between wisdom and knowledge is a tricky one. Let us try this formulation: wisdom without knowledge is an impossibility, knowledge without wisdom is vacuous. The point here really is the definition of knowledge or, more precisely, the privileging of a certain type of knowledge (let us call it, for lack of a better term, the academic variety) over other types. Such other types may be emotional knowledge, or social and cultural abilities. The whole sector of artistic expression should be mentioned as well. Just to make the point again: wisdom is based on knowledge, it is not a "return to childhood". So, little cherub, go out into this world and make yourself knowledgeable, you might get wisdom, too. Leica M 246 Mono, Leitz Elmar 4/135.
(Hexalectris grandiflora). Jeff Davis County, Texas.
This unique orchid is, in my opinion, just as spectacular as the Lady Slippers found deep in the Pineywoods. H. grandiflora, like others of its genus, is a non-chlorophyll producing myco-heterotroph. In other words, instead of obtaining energy through photosynthesis like most plants, they obtain their energy and nutrients from mycorrhizal fungi of plant roots. The host associations are not fully understood, but there appears to be a relationship between the genus Hexalectris and various species of white oak.
H. grandiflora has been documented in scattered sites in central and west Texas including the Chisos Mountains, White Rock Escarpment and various sites in the Edwards Plateau. They are apparently rare and seldom encountered in these areas, however, and their real stronghold in the state is the Davis Mountains. Here they occur in high elevation shaded canyons with abundant oaks. They are often found growing along the driplines of large rocks. They typically begin blooming in late June to early July following the arrival of the summer monsoon and may bloom into September in wet years. Outside of Texas they are found in northern and central Mexico.
This image focuses on the relationship between moving water and ancient stone. The waterfall provides the central motion, while the surrounding cliff face, scattered rocks, reflective pool, and woodland canopy create a richly layered natural composition. Strong light across the shallow water adds warmth and contrast, balancing the darker tones of the gorge and emphasizing the sculptural quality of the landscape.
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This great grey owl was well 'enlightened' by the setting sun, but, unlike Voltaire, I don't think the bird was philosophizing or writing scientific treatises on the relationship between owl and vole. It simply catches them and and dispatches them. Not the best angle, but you can see the vole in the owl's talons.
"Truly, whoever can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."
2018,Osaka Japan.
My photos are not complete with just one photo. What matters is the relationship with other photographs. Therefore, I recommend you to view the following series. Please feel the city of Osaka through my photos,”OSAKA STREET FRAGMENTS” www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157719832072690
Would you like to write something about my photos? The flickr "About" page has a corner called "Testimonials."
www.flickr.com/people/153962322@N05/
If you would take your precious time to tell me about me, I would like to say "Thank you!" from the bottom of my heart.
My series, “Something.”
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72177720313290...
Cat portrait series,"Memories of stray cats" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157690113266...
"In explore" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72
"OsakA"
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157689638422...
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Southwestern Florida
USA
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Yesterday I photographed this wild snowy egret and her two chicks which couldn't have been more than a few days old nesting at my local zoo where I volunteer on Monday mornings. The egret was nesting way back in the bushes along the shore. Each time there was a breeze, the leaves would blow in front of the babies faces. I had to stand on tip toe to get a good view.
Every year during mating season, the local zoo where I volunteer becomes a rookery for wild birds. Most years we have over two hundred nesting sites during season. They fly in, make their nests, have their babies, and wait till the youngsters are ready to fly and then they all depart until next year. The nests are built in trees over the alligator bay. It seems strange, but this a symbiotic relationship, where the alligators keep the raccoons that eat the eggs away in exchange for the chicks that may fall into the water and become on the alligator’s menu. Fortunately, it appears very few chicks are ever lost to the alligators.
2018,Osaka Japan.
My photos are not complete with just one photo. What matters is the relationship with other photographs. Therefore, I recommend you to view the following series. Please feel the city of Osaka through my photos,”OSAKA STREET FRAGMENTS” www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157719832072690
Would you like to write something about my photos? The flickr "About" page has a corner called "Testimonials."
www.flickr.com/people/153962322@N05/
If you would take your precious time to tell me about me, I would like to say "Thank you!" from the bottom of my heart.
My series, “Something.”
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72177720313290...
Cat portrait series,"Memories of stray cats" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157690113266...
"In explore" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72
"OsakA"
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157689638422...
Thank you everyone.