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Macro Monday theme: "twisted"
115 photos in 2015: #4 A craft
Sewing is a craft isn't it?
I thought of the twist in sewing thread which led me to raid my wife's sewing box. The most colourful threads were wound on a little bobbin which was part of a hotel sewing kit which had found its way into the box. This is a close-up of those threads taken with my 100mm macro lens with a 10x Nikon microscope objective on the front. I was surprised how many loose fibres there were. No wonder it is so hard to thread a needle"
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When I was taking out the garbage this afternoon, I noticed a BIG bag filled with thread next to the chute! Of course I had to take it with me! It was full of thread. Well over 100 spools. Mostly Coats & Clarks, and mostly on plastic spools so it can't be too old. I usually buy Gutterman, but I'm not about to turn away free thread!
Shot at 1:1 for my October challenge. This is a focus stack of 8 pics. I think I'll upload a full rez version too. The detail in the thread is quite interesting!
9-year old Vando became an important part of my life at the fragile age of only 2 months, when his life hung on a thin thread and I was “forced” by his former street kid brothers and sisters, who were already being recuperated at the time, to take on the responsibility.
Both parents have since died tragic deaths due to their severe alcoholism. Vando’s growing up in my fosterhome has been an extremely important educational process for all the kids who left the streets and have grown up together with him.
Today, as adult parents themselves, some of them are already transferring the educational values they learnt following Vando’s development during the first few years of his life. Undoubtedly these values have formed a solid basis and created the necessary conditions for them to parent their own children at this most important childhood stage.
I often wonder how they would have managed to understand the ABC of bringing up a child, without having experienced Vando’s own development in a safe family environment and without the basic knowledge of how a child should be brought up with loving care and guidance. Without such an experience, I’m quite sure they would have merely reproduced all the instability they themselves faced in their own early childhood years.
I have left an image in the comments below; of the first day I met Vando outside the shack where he was born. I will never forget this moment and he will always be a very special son.
You can read more about Vando here
Amtrak’s California Zephyr threads Tunnel 38 in Gore Canyon near Azure, Colorado, on May 25, 1991. Four F40PHs was unusual, but this was a big train this day.
I spent the last few days reorganizing my fabric and a bit of my yarn. It's much easier to get to everything again.
“An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstances. The thread can stretch or get tangled, but it will never break ... " Alchemy has been able to understand this and take advantage of these two sources, themselves from the dawn of time. In addition, the Primordial Tradition is, from all eternity, symbolized by a RED THREAD, which seems to thread the immense fresco of the history of men. Very often invisible to the eyes of laymen, it never escapes the eyes of initiates, both Christians and alchemists. The Invisible Red Thread That Binds 2 People Intended To Be Together. Legend tells us that there is an elusive red thread of fate that unites 2 souls destined to be together. Those thus connected are linked, no matter what time, place or circumstance. The concept resembles the Western concept of a "soul mate" or "twin flame". What's different is that this proverb focuses more on the concept of being "related" to someone rather than finding your other half. “The red threads don't move around our ankles when we walk, they don't catch us when we go through things - the Chinese believe they emanate from us from birth, from the moment we arrive in the world. As we age, with each passing year the threads grow stronger, bringing us closer to the people whose lives are meant to intersect with ours in some way. The Red Thread of Fate (Chinese: 姻緣紅線; pinyin: Yīnyuán hóngxiàn), also referred to as the Red Thread of Marriage, and other variants, is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese mythology. It is commonly thought of as an invisible red cord around the finger of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation as they are "their true love".[1] According to Chinese legend, the deity in charge of "the red thread" is believed to be Yuè Xià Lǎorén (月下老人), often abbreviated to Yuè Lǎo (月老), the old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages. In the original Chinese myth, it is tied around both parties' ankles, while in Japanese culture it is bound from a male's thumb to a female's little finger, and in Korean culture, the red thread is thought to be tied around the little finger of both parties. Although in modern times it is common across all three cultures to depict the thread being tied around the fingers, often the little finger. The color red in Chinese culture symbolises happiness and it is also prominently featured during Chinese weddings, such as having both bride and groom wear red throughout the entire procession or at some point during the marriage rituals. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or a destined partner. One story featuring the red thread of fate involves a young boy. Walking home one night, a young boy sees an old man (Yue Xia Lao) standing beneath the moonlight. The man explains to the boy that he is attached to his destined wife by a red thread. Yue Xia Lao shows the boy the young girl who is destined to be his wife. Being young and having no interest in having a wife, the young boy picks up a rock and throws it at the girl, running away. Many years later, when the boy has grown into a young man, his parents arrange a wedding for him. On the night of his wedding, his wife waits for him in their bedroom, with the traditional veil covering her face. Raising it, the man is delighted to find that his wife is one of the great beauties of his village. However, she wears an adornment on her eyebrow. He asks her why she wears it and she responds that when she was a young girl, a boy threw a rock at her that struck her, leaving a scar on her eyebrow. She self-consciously wears the adornment to cover it up. The woman is, in fact, the same young girl connected to the man by the red thread shown to him by Yue Xia Lao back in his childhood, showing that they were connected by the red thread of fate. Another version of the same story involves an ambitious young man who talks to Yue Xia Lao and insists on asking him about who will he marry, thinking that he'll net himself a rich girl. Yue Xia Lao points at a poor-looking little girl who's taking a stroll with an old blind woman in a marketplace, shows him a red thread between the two, and tells the man that he'll marry her someday. Displeased, the man tells a servant to kill the two and then leaves the village. Years later the man, now a promising public officer, marries a beautiful woman from a rich family who is very much the perfect wife for him save for two details: she has a limp and covers her forehead with a silk patch for undisclosed reasons. He asks his wife why and she begins crying, telling him that she is the niece of the family leaders rather than their daughter: her parents died when she was young and she initially lived with her old blind nanny, but one day a madman stabbed her caretaker to death in a local marketplace and wounded her, leaving her scarred and almost crippled. The man realizes that Yue Xia Lao was right, tearfully confesses that he ordered the attack and asks his wife for forgiveness, which she gives to him.In another story, a girl has a crush on a boy and decides to declare her love for him. Unfortunately, the boy
rejects her and makes fun of her. The girl runs off to a fountain where she meets Yue Xia Lao who tells her they are soul mates. The girl is still fuming and runs off. When the girl becomes a lady, she meets a young man who seems very charming and in other terms familiar to her. She then asks the man for his name and he says the name of the young boy. The lady doesn't seem to realise though and then on their special day he tells her a girl liked him but he was foolish and made fun of her for it, he then exclaims the girl had the same name as her. Realising who he was, she admits she was the girl and he eventually apologizes.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_thread_of_fate
Wearing a thin scarlet or crimson string (Hebrew: חוט השני, khutt hasheni) as a type of talisman is a Jewish folk custom as a way to ward off misfortune brought about by the "evil eye" (Hebrew: עין הרע). The tradition is popularly thought to be associated with Kabbalah and religious forms of Judaism. The red string itself is usually made from thin scarlet wool thread. It is worn as a bracelet or band on the left wrist of the wearer (understood in some Kabbalistic theory as the receiving side of the spiritual body), knotted seven times. The person has to knot it 7 times while saying the kabbalah bracelet prayer.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_string_(Kabbalah)
The Legend of the Red String of Japan
According to this myth, everyone's pinky finger is tied to an invisible red string that will lead him or her to another person with whom they will make history
For the Japanese, who know so much and intuit more, human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched, as surely often happens, but it can never break. This legend, so much more aesthetic than that of the twin souls, occurs when it is discovered that the ulnar artery connects the heart with the pinky finger (which is the same reason why in many cultures promises are made by two people crossing their pinkies). The thin vein running from heart to hand extends through the invisible world, to end its course in someone else’s heart. But unlike other amorous superstitions, the Japanese one isn’t limited to couples, or a single person who one is destined to find. It speaks of a type of arterial ramification that emerges from a finger toward all those with whom we will make history and all those whom we will help in one way or another. For the ontological imagination, the myth of the red string is a way to understand our itinerary of encounters as a predetermined plot where couples’ relationships, the intimate brushes against someone, and all the little stories we crisscross with others are neither random triumphs nor accidents, but part of a scarlet tapestry whose threads were given to us when we were born but which we knit ourselves. One Japanese legend tells of an old man who lives in the moon and comes out every night to search among kin spirits to reunite them on Earth, who have something to learn from each other, and when he finds them he ties a red thread to them so they find their paths. Thus, our red strings end in someone else. Accepting this, or at least considering it, is a secret consolation: it is as if our steps — stubborn as they may sometimes seem — knew the route and geography of our multiple amorous destinations, and therefore there were no “slips” or poor decisions. There are two memorable moments in cinema that pay tribute to the subtle and mysterious aesthetic of this conductive read string: the first is the film Dolls by Takeshi Kitano, and the second Sayonara, by Joshua Logan. In both we find out at the end that the couples were united by the red string of destiny, and that everything that occurred before was nothing more than a plot through the route of string that would end up reuniting them. “Journeys end in lovers meeting,” William Shakespeare said.
All cultures have pondered what it is that governs the individual path of each person, and among them many have conceived an astronomical thread that predicts their paths. Think of the Moirai of the Greeks, who hold a thread of gold for each person on earth and cut it suddenly when his or her death is due, or in the thread, also red by the way, of the Cabala which connects the believers to the holy land of Jerusalem. It’s logical to think that if life is conceived as a great text (from the Latin textus: knitting, connection), the strings are the main material of men to rasterize their daily lives. To “lose the thread” is now a universal expression to refer to practical or even existential deviation.
Thus, the legend of the red thread tells us that within the labyrinth of encounters and shared stories there is a predesigned and perfect path, a scarlet string which, like that of Ariadne, connects us with our irrevocable destination placed at the edge of another string that will also lead to us. This Valentine’s Day, Faena Hotel Miami Beach invites you to get away and light up the fire of love.
"An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break." - Chinese proverb
A few days doing a little train chasing with Aussie Graham Cotterall in the area...
Hardly a cloud in the sky all week, but unfortunately the short days, generally short trains, and limited midwinter sun angles didn't yield a great bounty, but I thank Graham greatly for the chauffeuring service, as I wouldn't normally be bothered getting out to see these.
Early morning light on 920 threading its way out of some bush and pines along the Pacific Ocean coast near Shag Point.
26 June 2019, train 920, 5379-4513, Shag Point, SIMT, NZ
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Sometimes the hardest part of sewing for me is getting the needle threaded. This time I did without any help. Thanks goes to Diana for some inspiration. Taken with a Canon 60mm USm Macro lens. Type L for a better view.
Our Daily Challenge - DIY - 4/4/12
You are Invited to the opening of:
"a thread ~ a web ~ a world" ~ A photographic Journey of Henna Across Cultures
by Humna Mustafa and Mandi Whitten.
Date: Friday, August 1, 2008
Time: 6:30pm - 8:30pm
Location: The Rarest Gem - Health Yoga & Meditation
49 Wakefield St, Kent Town
Special guest speakers:
Emma Hack ~ Award Winning Body Artist
Rajini Wood ~ Development Executive for The Adelaide Festival Centre.
There will be free Henna for everyone to experience the magical touch of this Ancient Pigment, along with live entertainment by percussionist, Matthew Plummer.
Home made delicious nibbles and refreshments will be provided. Kids are welcome to come along and be part of our celebrations.
Come and join us for an after party at Humna's studio:
9:00pm, 13 Rosemont st, Norwood
www.salafestival.com/homepage.php?id=424
Look forward to sharing our world of Henna with you!
It wasn't until I had converted this shot to mono that I noticed that the "threads" stood out as much as they do.
Best to view in Lightbox, press L.
Canon EOS 5D Mark II
Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L IS USM
Exposure 3.2 seconds @ f/13
Filter used Lee 2 stop ND
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Do y'all still worry about nuclear annihilation? I remember watching Threads when I were but a young balloon and having terrible trouble sleeping for many nights after - though that was 1984 and the USSR was still with us with all its associated Cold War madness. But it was never really being obliterated that was the concern: it was more having to survive afterwards, what with the bleak desolation, irradiated food, mutant rabbits, and the inevitability of the Zombocalypse following the Nuclear one. Been a while since I worried about all that. Except for the rabbits and the zombies, of course.
Oh, the flowers look like missiles launching or exploding, y'see. Hence the stream of consciousness.