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Research has shown that reflection boosts productivity. Yet few people make time for it.
Why?
For one, they often don’t know where to start.
You can become more reflective by practising a few simple steps.
What are you avoiding?
How are you helping the people around you?
Are you hindering their progress?
Start small, try 10 minutes.
Be still.
Consider multiple perspectives. Look at the opposite of what you initially believe.
You don’t have to like or agree with all of your thoughts — just think and to examine your thinking.
"Sometimes you don't realise you are the problem". Coming to this sort of conclusion is a bit unsettling, but admitting it is the first step to fixing things.
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The following tagged me. I ain't into this but I acceded in recognition with their friendship. Please no more tagging, as there is nothing more to share I guess... lol.
You asked me for 10, I give you 15. If you ask for more, I'll kill you.... haha
www.flickr.com/photos/gilbertrondilla/ - Gilbert Rondilla
www.flickr.com/photos/romeo4/ - Romy Catapang
www.flickr.com/photos/tadoette/ - Tadoette
www.flickr.com/photos/21863444@N04/ - Lina
www.flickr.com/photos/hoiram/ - Mario Hernandez
www.flickr.com/photos/clif_ford/ - Clifford
Now, I am tagging no one to save them from the same nose-bleeds that I have gone through.... lol
Some things about FoNgEtZ:
1.He loves short stays in the countryside, the simple life and a walk on dirt roads and less-visited spots.
2. He has few friends which made him think that he is an introvert. He hates the chaotic atmosphere of bars but loves the intimate ambience of meetings.
3. Laughs a lot, jokes a lot but only when he feels comfortable with the people he is with.
4. Grew up in Samar but has settled in Las Piñas where he lives by himself and a househelp (couple).
5. 11^th of a large family of 12 siblings, 30+ nephews and nieces, and number of grand-children (sa pamangkin).
6. Found his roots in Fujian, China in 2004 and have known that his father’s middle name was indeed LIM and not CUI.
7. Loved his parents so much but hounded by the memory that he did not show it when they were alive. His mother died while he was touring Vietnam and was enroute to Korea. So, he encourages you to draw a lesson from his experience.
8. Loved chanting “Marcos Pa Rin” in the streets of Manila when he was a member of NAFY (National Alliance of Filipino Youth) as he believes that Ferdinand Marcos was still the better President of our time. He was a darling of Ilocano elders and friends… lol
9. Used to have a 500-grade glasses and underwent LASIK (eye-laser) operation in Taiwan and had a 20/20 vision. His addiction to TV, movies and PCs made him wear glasses again, hmf!
10. Always brought his handy point-and-shoot cam never knowing that better pics are achieved by DSLR till he owned one in July 2007.
11. He learned cooking in Switzerland to fend himself and can do good Caldereta with Olives and .Leche Flan with Lemon Rinds for desert.
12. On weekends, he skips baths but never flickr.
13. He never experienced photowalks with anyone.
14. He bought a pro piano/organ with the thought that it would be easy to learn once it is there. But he was wrong and he sold it to his friend/tutor… haha.
15. He believes in super-naturals as he had few close-encounters with them.
just playing today. #286 of the 365day challenge. www.flickr.com/photos/olwizard/galleries/72157622676334524
Fujifilm X100T.
I borrowed a friend’s 12-year-old X100T to get a feel for Fujifilm cameras. I did have a hard time with this rangefinder when I set it to suggested street photography settings - fixed aperture and shutter speed.
Taken for the "Smile on Saturday!" theme of 12/24/2022: SELFIE IN A BAUBLE.
VIEWABILITY: 28% of 734 views on 12/24/2022.
A hundred years ago Brussels was a majestic city, as we can still see in the museum of fine arts. The visitor is welcomed by some imposing examples of the collection...
Part of a triptych - The fountain of inspiration and Selfreflection can be found here.
Sometimes I look at the space around me and realize it’s crowded with things I’ve chosen to leave behind. We talk about "letting go" as if it’s a clean break, but it never is. We just curate the ghosts. There are versions of myself I’ve outgrown, mistakes I’ve made, and quiet, heavy longings that don't belong in the light of day - so I keep them tucked in the corners of my life, like shadows I’ve learned to live alongside.
They aren't just memories; they’re the grit that makes me who I am. If I were truly "past" all of it, I wouldn't be me anymore. So I stop trying to fix it or shine a light on it to make it disappear. I just accept that this is part of the architecture now: the parts of me that are still in the dark, still quiet, and still very much mine to hold.
As I've just turned 60 I've treated myself to a mint condition second hand Fujifilm GFX 50s. Not the latest and greatest but certainly more than enough camera for my needs. I was really tempted to get either a Canon R5 or Canon r6mk II as I have a lot of Canon lenses along with a Canon eos 5DSR and Canon 1D mark IV but I decided on the GFX 50s.
I have an old Russian Industar 50-2 lens attached and it's probably the smallest lens I've ever used. For something that was given to me with an old Praktica it's a lens that's full of old vintage character.
I have a week off from work soon so I'll be able to really have some fun with the camera.
-- Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
We are all multi-faceted; we have many emotions, desires, preferences, and personalities. I am certainly no exception. Most of my self-portraits thus far have been rather ... serious, or at least generally so. I've felt as though my creativity is limited to my 'deep thoughts' and my sense of humor isn't as applicable. Mainly, I'm usually just not smiling (with the exception of three or so shots). Some individuals (though I will not name them) had a first impression of me as someone serious, uptight, ... whatever. When I heard that, I laughed. And then thought to myself, hmm, is that true? No. Fair enough, but is that how I want others to perceive me? It's definitely not how I perceive myself. I like to have others see me as I'd like to be seen (who doesn't?) -- and I'd like to be seen as who I truly am, not some ideal. Truly, I laugh constantly. I joke constantly. I am too sarcastic. I make really, really corny jokes (e.g. "What do you call cheese that isn't yours? ... Na-cho cheese!" & "What time do you go to the dentist? ... Tooth-hurty!" & etc. etc. ad infinitum...). I love slapstick humor (e.g. Mel Brooks is my hero). Et al.
I am also deeply devoted to the intellect. I'm a philosopher by nature and college degree, and I love it more than just about anything. I know this part of me has come forth strongly in my photostream. I also studied neuroscience as an accompaniment to my theories about consciousness and personal identity. I've learned never to take a single thing for granted, believe anything beyond a shadow of a doubt, or throw my words around haphazardly. Sure, this makes me an analytic bastard who is anal about semantics and logic. People tend to find this tedious. So I have to reconcile two parts of myself: the silly idiot who is always ready to laugh at her own expense, and the thoroughly introspective and scientific seeker. Throw in creativity (which I *think* I have ;-) and you've got me. A big melting pot of talent, absurdity, philosophy, and passion.
Many thanks and love to Maite for picking "Self-Reflection" as today's FGR theme.
& GTWL anniversary edition -- Clones.
Day 75.
& of course: View On Black!
Selfreflection is a humbling process.
It's essential to find out why you think, say and do certain things.....
Then better yourself
Try to avoid trouble or involvement in a difficult or dangerous situation by behaving in a quiet way, so that people will not notice you.
"Make yourself inconspicuous."
Wellington, Somerset, UK.
“He is not the same, nor is he another.”
Buddha
Kyoto, Japan, Ginkaku-ji
"Ginkaku-ji (銀閣寺?, lit. "Temple of the Silver Pavilion"), officially named Jishō-ji (慈照寺?, lit. "Temple of Shining Mercy"), is a Zen temple in the Sakyo ward of Kyoto, Japan.
In addition to the temple's famous building, the property features wooded grounds covered with a variety of mosses. The Japanese garden, supposedly designed by the great landscape artist Sōami. The sand garden of Ginkaku-ji has become particularly well known; and the carefully formed pile of sand which is said to symbolize Mount Fuji is an essential element in the garden."
Wikipedia
The Zen-garden of Ginkaku-ji is one of the most beautiful places I know. It is very famous now. So you have to share the beauty with thousands of other visitors while walking in line through the garden. Still the beauty remains.
Said about someone who is never the most important person in a situation or a person who has potential that is never fulfilled.
No, I didn't set the camera on a tripod and run to the other side of the glass.
Just a hand-held effort to capture my own reflection in the crusty panes of an old window. (On a very, very cold morning, I might add.)
Take a walk downstairs at the Sarah Hilden Art Museum and you will always find special treasures. This time Lake Näsijärvi reflected in the steel abstract art of Willy Weber.
Being a photographer was never really part of “my plan.” Yet, here I am. Dirty mirror selfies and all.
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I used to believe that a person wasn’t “allowed” to change their mind or explore down different paths... as if it’s a shameful thing to let go of your old story; to grow & evolve; to expand your interests & skills!? 😅 (I can chuckle now as I realize that to be an absurdly grave misunderstanding.)
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This journey of mine has been anything but a clear-cut straight line. Most days, it feels like I’m making it up as I go — throwing spaghetti at the walls just hoping for something, ANYTHING, to stick. Navigating the ebbs & flows, learning how to float, but feeling like I’m barely treading water. (Then again, aren’t we all?!)
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I guess all I’m really trying to say is: There are lots of things I used to be that I am no longer, and there are lots of things I never thought I’d be that I unexpectedly am. 💫
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For the alternative daily monochrome shot, go to: www.michikofujii.co.uk/blog/lyalw8pjhewzseswyxtfkzezscay9z
Amsterdam - Binnengasthuisstraat.
Drie bomen, zes lenzen.
“The lens trees” by Thomas Puckey, 1989. 3 bronze sculptural trees integrated in the dynamics of The Binnengasthuisterrein, once a hospital, now housing the faculty of humanities of the University of Amsterdam. No better area for selfreflection and the perfect location for these trees with bare branches grasping conversed magnifying glasses, which refer to the Camera Obscura and the art of painting by Johannes Vermeer.
“I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Kerið (meaning basin) crater lake, Iceland.
I swear
to become the man I keep meeting
in the quiet moments-
the one who doesn’t flinch
from his own reflection.
I swear
to hold my heart with steadier hands,
to forgive the parts of me
that learned to brace for impact
long before they learned to rest.
I swear
to love the people I love
with presence, not performance-
to give them the version of me
that isn’t afraid to stay.
I swear
to grow toward the light
even when I feel made of shadow,
to choose honesty over armor,
and softness over silence.
I swear
to be who I want to be,
who I should be,
who I need to be-
for them,
and for the man I’m still becoming.
I swear.