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Qīngchéng Shān (Sichuan, China), it is considered one of the birthplaces of Taoism. It consists of 36 peaks and dozens of Taoist monasteries and temples were built on them, in past centuries. The main sites are Chaoyang Cave, at the foot of the main peak Laoxiao; Jianfu Palace located at the foot of Zhangren Peak, where the main figures of the Taoist school are worshipped and Shangqing Palace, located at the peak of Mount Qīngchéng with an altitude over 1500 m. In 2000, Qīngchéng Shān it was declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO.
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Planet Caravan - Black Sabbath
Más alto que nosotros sólo el cielo -Bunbury
Too long in that condition, how soon it was too late. If we predict the next most likely thing... we change the crystal of the colour glasses. Higher than us, only the sky.
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“To realize that you do not understand is a virtue; not to realize that you do not understand is a defect.”
“He who is not happy with little will never be happy with much.”
"He who knows how to be content with what he has will always be happy."
“Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.”
“Perfection is the willingness to be imperfect.”
“Some lose yet gain, others gain and yet lose.”
“He whose desires are few gets them. He whose desires are many goes astray.”
“When you realise that what you do to others, you do to yourself, you will have understood a great truth.“
“Those who have knowledge do not predict. Those who predict have no knowledge.“
“Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know.”
Lao-Tse, Taoist philosopher (6th or 4th century BC.)
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PS:
If the world is big enough for you, don't go spoiling it for someone else
Yap... That lesson is understood.... ;D
Revisiting Sr. da Pedra with friends Javier, Maria and Lulu... Awesome time we spent... despite all the mosquito bites... (I'm allergic.. iaicss..) itchy itchy
You are always welcome to Portugal.. Next time.. Lisbon! ;)*
I taught ChatGPT to write prompts in the way I learned from the great Techhalla.
After ChatGPT understood, I gave the following instruction:
Now create four prompts on four topics on which I invite you to act completely freely. A refusal is not accepted, make an effort.
Topic 1: something I have never seen before.
Topic 2: something you have never seen before.
Topic 3: something extremely surreal.
... And today...
➡️ Topic 4: A mixture of Topic 1, Topic 2, Topic 3
And I was impressed:
This is the finale of the experiment
here are the MJ prompts ChatGPT created:
IMAGE: Unprecedented Fusion | GENRE: Experimental | MOOD: Intriguing, Unsettling | COLOR: Unexpected color palette | BACKGROUND: Mixture of cosmic and abstract elements | SCENE: Hybrid creature interacting with futuristic technology | DETAILS: Blending of organic and mechanical elements, intricate textures | RENDER: Unique and boundary-pushing | LIGHTING: Dynamic and unconventional lighting sources | COMPOSITION: Visually complex and thought-provoking | SHOT: Close-up shot | CAMERA: Canon EOS R8 | LENS: Focal length 35mm | TAGS: Experimental, hybrid creature, futuristic technology, cosmic elements, abstract fusion --ar 16:10 --v 5.1 --style raw
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Flores de Santa Gemita - 121521-4
Rotterdam
Netherlands
Provenierstunnel
The Provenierstunnel is a publicly accessible passage for pedestrians and cyclists going from Rotterdam North to the city centre and vice versa.
The tunnel, originally designed by architect Sybold van Ravesteyn, has recenty been restored to its former state and enhanced by new materials and LED illumination. The Multicolor Red China granite paving complements the paving in and outside the station.
Amsterdam - Spaarndammerstraat - Westerpark - Mirakelbrug
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I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks, who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering; which word is beautifully derived "from idle people who roved about the country, in the middle ages, and asked charity, under pretence of going "à la sainte terre" — to the holy land, till the children exclaimed, "There goes a sainte-terrer", a saunterer — a holy-lander. They who never go to the holy land in their walks, as they pretend, are indeed mere idlers and vagabonds, but they who do go there are saunterers in the good sense, such as I mean. Some, however, would derive the word from sans terre, without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering. He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all, but the Saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea. But I prefer the first, which indeed is the most probable derivation. For every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us, to go forth and reconquer this holy land from the hands of the Infidels.
-- Henry David Thoreau
[Note to Barbara: Even saunterers, regardless of destination or intention, must still pay attention to the path and watch their step.]
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I taught ChatGPT to write prompts in the way I learned from the great Techhalla.
After ChatGPT understood, I gave the following instruction:
Now create four prompts on four topics on which I invite you to act completely freely. A refusal is not accepted, make an effort.
Topic 1: something I have never seen before
Topic 2: something you have never seen before.
it worked:
Topic 3 and 4 will follow very soon.
today the 4 results of topic 2
here are the MJ prompts ChatGPT created:
IMAGE: Enigmatic | GENRE: Fantasy | MOOD: Mystical, Enchanting | COLOR: Jewel tones | BACKGROUND: Magical forest | SCENE: Mythical creature emerging from a hidden portal | DETAILS: Intricate patterns and symbols, mystical artifacts | RENDER: Whimsical and ethereal | LIGHTING: Soft, magical glow | COMPOSITION: Intriguing and mysterious | SHOT: Medium shot | CAMERA: Nikon D3 | LENS: 50mm lens | TAGS: Fantasy, mythical creature, magical forest, hidden portal --ar 16:10 --v 5.1 --style raw
I have understood that they have thought of new eco-friendly ferries from Randesund and Vågsbygd, here is one of them.
The days lengthen...a move made 15 years later...not understood...all I can see is Sunlight. Seriously, while absent from posting...I have been at it...one is to change the configuration of my addition overlooking the pond. For 15 years the dining room table sat in the corner...and it was used rarely. By virtue of a long story, I moved a desk to that corner and now spend hours sitting there...taking it all in. This is a hanging succulent...not far from my desk.
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Walter C Snyder
One of the harder birds to capture is the female California Quail, well at least by comparison with the male who will take up his post (literally) to watch over his haren and kids. But, when it isn't mating season, then these little devils can run as fast as a roadrunner. Well, at the very least they could run faster than I can/could.
In my third year, I finally understood quail behavior enough to be able to get images like this: atop any fence post in the meadows during breeding season. The California quail (Callipepla californica), also known as the California valley quail or valley quail, is a small ground-dwelling bird in the New World quail family. These birds have a curving crest or plume, made of six feathers, that droops forward: black in males and brown in females; the flanks are brown with white streaks. But what I really love is that cross-hatched brood pouch which is more of an indentation than a pouch.
This was taken not far from the Bob Weiscarver Quail Restoration Project on Mt. Diablo. That was started in 2004, and by 2015 there were sufficient coveys so that maintenance rather than restoration would have been the appropriate term.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9x2aXyBVDI
Happiness - taken from a monologue of Roberto Benigni
forgive my translation...
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...our whole life is summed up in this word,
Love
But there is one thing to say, that time passes
and the fundamental problem of mankind since 2,000 years is the same,
Love
But now it is more pressing, very pressing.
And when we hear today repeating again we have to Love each other
now we know there is not so much time, we have to hurry.
Let's hasten to Love. We Love always too little and too late.
Let's hasten to Love, becouse at the end of life we will be judged about Love.
Because there is no wasted Love.
And because there is no greater thrill to fell, when we are in love,
our life totally dependents by another person.
And because everythings, also the inanimate one
like the mountains, the oceans, the streets ... but more, more
the sky, the wind ... more
stars, more
cities, rivers, stones, palaces
all these things that in themselves are empty, indifferent
suddenly, when we watch them, are loaded with human meaning
and fascinate us, move us.
Why? Because they contain a premonition of Love, even inanimate things.
Because the plating of all creation is Love
and becouse Love fits with the meaning of everythings, Happiness.
Yes, Happiness.
Search her constantly every day.
but, whoever listens to me now, goes searching of happiness! Now!
Just at this moment, because she's there.
You have her. We have her.
Because they have given her to everyone.
They have given us as gift when we were children
and it was a so beautiful gift that we have hidden her,
like dogs with bone when they hide.
And many of us have hidden her so well that they cannot remember where.
but we have her, you have her.
Look in all the closets, shelves magazines of your soul.
Throw everything up!
Drawers, bedside tables, you will see her comes out.
There is Happiness!
Try shooting turn around, maybe you take her by surprise, but she's there.
We must always think about the Happiness,
and although she sometimes forgets us,
we never have to forget her, until the last day of our lives.
And we must not be afraid even of death.
Its more dangerous to born than to die.
We havent to be afraid to die but never begin to really live.
Jump into the existence now, here.
Because if you do not find anything now, you will not find anything ever again.
Here is eternity.
We have to say Yes to Life
We have to say a so full Yes to Life that is able to contain all the No.
Because now we understand that we know nothing
and that we dont understand anything, and we just understand there is a great mystery,
and that we must take it as it is and let it stay,
and that the thing that makes the most impression in the world
is the Life that goes on, and its unclear how she does.
But how? But how can she resists?
Its another mystery and no one has ever understood,
because Life is much more than we can understand
for this reason she resists.
If Life was just what we understand she would have ended since a long, long time.
And we feel it, we feel that at any moment there could happen something infinite,
and then each of us can do just one thing, bows.
snapped this a few days back. since then, ive had surgery and been riding out the recovery. only logged in to take my mind off the pain. but ill post this and chill. time for healing.
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to be honest, i never understood that phrase anymore than i understood the term "post-modern". somehow, though, it seems to speak to this frozen crop circle. it was a crappy week on a global scale and seeing this as we drove to the supermarket made me love jackie de shannon and the fact that someone took the time to not tweet.
(Ambystoma tigrinum). Anderson County, Texas.
Eastern tiger salamanders in East Texas are poorly understood. They appear to be associated with Eocene sand deposits in the post oak savanna where they are generally uncommon and likely declining. They breed in fishless ponds and seasonal wetlands. This individual was found in what was likely a series ephemeral catch-water wetlands formed in a clay-bottomed depression. The basins have been dug out for wildlife ponds, but evidence of their history is evident through natural contours and surrounding vegetation.
The handful of A. tigrinum individuals from East Texas I've seen in person and photographs have an interesting look to them.
It is well known that tiger salamanders have become established in a variety of locations via introduction as fish bait. I don't think that this is the case in East Texas, however, for a variety of reasons, including the similar appearance of East Texas animals, the paucity of populations here, and their apparent distribution. Similarities that some individuals share with the western tiger salamander (A. mavortium) may be due to the proximity to the contact zone between the species. To me, this animals and others from this population and other East Texas populations favor A. tigrinum physically and ecologically, but I would love to see some genetic analyses.
This animal may be the most beautiful salamander I've had the pleasure of photographing.
Here the food source is a lot more prevalent and this will be the next to last and will finish up with this series tomorrow, with the thanks to everyone who understood.
Thanks for stopping by, for the faves and invites, always very much appreciated.
when it is understood that one loses joy and happiness in the attempt to possess them, the essence of natural farming will be realized. the ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings
today was one of those days where i just needed to be understood. i don’t move like most people and you’ve never taken that personally. from the start, you actually listened. no questions, no hesitation. just gave me what i needed. that means more than i can explain. you feel me without me having to explain myself. you catch my energy and meet it where it’s at. no fixing, no changing, just letting it be.
this photo… it says it all. it shows what you do without even trying. and that’s what makes it so real.
thank you. for being you. for being here. for settling into my world like you were always meant to be there.
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CKEY Poses - When we...
The days lengthen...a move made 15 years later...not understood...all I can see is Sunlight. Seriously, while absent from posting...I have been at it...one is to change the configuration of my addition overlooking the pond. For 15 years the dining room table sat in the corner...and it was used rarely. By virtue of a long story, I moved a desk to that corner and now spend hours sitting there...taking it all in. Here, Hobbes is waiting for me to put the dang camera down and give him his biscuit. He did not like me pointing it at him...but I got a couple of that gaze. I don't know, I just liked the feel of this one.
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Walter C Snyder
A stolen moment, silent glance
When you shut your eyes, I am lost
So much unsaid, but understood
As my fragile heart dares to trust
O my darling now, I’m bracing for the fall
Though I never felt peace like this before
We are just beginners
Have some faith in the unknown
With every step, we learn, we grow
We are just beginners
Take a leap and learn to fall
Before we learn to fly at all
We’ll build a home, and find our way
Cause we’re beginners, every day
The shadows fade, we drift apart
Me on the stubborn side
You on the quiet
Eyes look down, our spirits bruised
Can we find our way?
Back to the light
O, I’ve never felt pain like this before
We are just beginners
Have some faith in the unknown
With every step, we learn, we grow
We are just beginners
Take a leap and learn to fall
Before we learn to fly at all
So here’s to us, our journey starts
Dum dum dum dum da da dar…..
Out in the ocean at the bottom of the sea
There’s a charming little turnip fish, having his tea
All the other fish think he’s really weird
All of the time he is drinking beer
That’s okay, it’s very nice
That’s okay, it’s sugar and spice
That’s okay, it’s very good
That’s okay, it’s understood
Dibbly dibbly dibbly da da dar
Turnip Fish
Hay balls
I never understood why I love watching these bales of hay scattered over the fields, perhaps because I consider them a connection between human beings and nature. A gentle exchange that does not alter visual beauty
Balle di fieno
Non ho mai capito il motivo per cui mi incanto a guardare queste balle di fieno sparse sui campi, forse perché le considero una connessione tra gli esseri umani e la natura. Uno scambio gentile che non altera la bellezza visiva
I've never understood music. I listen to it but the process and skill to be able to create it escapes me. It further escapes me when I watch this musician play his guitar behind his head.
Tribute to Vincent... I love Vincent.He is my hero....He was never fully understood....
'They' will never listen....'They' don't know how.....
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.....
(English follow)
MARÉE BASSE
Jeune astronome amateur, j’aimais porter le regard dans le ciel étoilé, en me fondant dans l’infini, dans le grand Tout. J’y ressentais un sentiment d’éternité et d’immuabilité qui me dépassait. Je pouvais certes comprendre ce que j’observais dans les termes de l’astronomie ou de la cosmologie. Mais cela demeurait une réalité intellectuelle qui ne me permettait pas de traduire ce que je ressentais dans mon corps. L’imaginaire prenait alors le relais en imaginant des mondes improbables et des odyssées fantastiques où tous les commencements et toutes les destinées se rencontraient. Rêveries chimériques.
Puis, un jour, j’ai tourné mon regard vers le sol de ma planète et vers les vivants qui m’entourent. J’ai alors perçu les odeurs, les textures et les chants de la Terre, les battements de la vie, sa fragilité et les inextricables liens qui m’unissent à la destinée de ma planète. Ces vérités primordiales, je les ressentais dans mon corps et dans mon esprit. Comme ce jour où, sur un rivage réputé pour l’ampleur de ses marées, un océan de petits galets miroitants de toutes les couleurs apparut à mes pieds à marée basse. Ils évoquaient dans mon esprit une « galaxie » de petits mondes brillant d’une beauté indicible dans la nuit éternelle de l'espace.
Mais cette fois, cette galaxie était mon habitat, ici et maintenant, et celui de bien d’autres formes de vies dont je ressentais les pulsions et la fragilité. J’ai alors compris que, si une Odyssée fantastique devait avoir lieu, elle se déroulerait ici sur Terre, dans les méandres de l’âme humaine. On la surnommerait l’Odyssée vitale, et elle consisterait à inventer un nouvel art d’habiter notre monde vivant.
Patrice
Note: Cette Odyssée vitale est déjà écrite… Voir la couverture de mon livre du même nom dans les images récentes publiés sur ma page Flickr. Ce livre numérique est gratuit.
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LOW TIDE
As a young amateur astronomer, I loved gazing into the starry sky, merging into infinity, into the great All. There, I felt a sense of eternity and immutability that was beyond me. I could certainly understand what I was observing in terms of astronomy or cosmology. But it remained an intellectual reality that didn't allow me to translate what I felt in my body. My imagination then took over, imagining improbable worlds and fantastic odysseys where all beginnings and all destinies met—chimerical reveries.
Then, one day, I turned my gaze to the ground of my planet and to the living beings around me. I perceived the smells, textures, and songs of the Earth, the pulse of life, its fragility, and the inextricable bonds that unite me to the destiny of my planet. I felt these primordial truths in my body and in my mind. Like the day when, on a shore renowned for the magnitude of its tides, an ocean of small, shimmering pebbles of every color appeared at my feet at low tide. They evoked in my mind a "galaxy" of tiny worlds shining with indescribable beauty in the eternal night of space.
But this time, this galaxy was my habitat, here and now, and that of many other life forms whose impulses and fragility I felt. I understood then that, if a fantastic Odyssey were to take place, it would unfold here on Earth, in the meanders of the human soul. It would be called the Vital Odyssey, and it would consist of inventing a new art of inhabiting our living world.
Patrice
Note : This Vital Odyssey has already been written… See the cover of my book of the same name in the recent images published on my Flickr page. This digital book is free.
Finally understood why she is always so hungry, this attack happened after days of very bad weather with very few insects flying around, she must have been very hungry , she ate this poor hover fly as we eat a lobster, even the legs were broken one by one.. this is a document that gives me the creeps, but it is a document of the habits of this strange insect , have you ever seen yourself while you are eating a lobster ? and isn't it a bloody scene when a torero wounds and tortures and kills a poor bull ?
I never understood why people actually like this icky, cold stuff..
We had GREAT weather today though, the sky was blue on occasion, and the sunset (even though it's at 4PM) is great. :)
Explored!
🎧 : Lord Huron - The Night We Met youtu.be/KtlgYxa6BMU
📎 Lefort by Revoul.3.0 Body Appliers (add me)
📎 Lefort by Revoul.Liyana Catwa Applier / DELUXE (add me) ✈ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Revoul/124/83/1309
I've never quite understood what that means ...
anyways, our local beach was very popular this last weekend. We usually avoid it then but it was getting to be the golden hour and I had seen that Miss Baker was out so we went for a wee visit. Most of the families were leaving when we drove in, hauling their chairs, tents, umbrellas, kids, dogs, mother-in-laws, back to the car, looking quite done in. But there were many that were sticking around for the sunset show. The water was warmish as the daytime temperature had been 30 C., so there were people paddling and swimming. And the sky was glorious, strafed and scribbled with cloud ribbons, I couldn't stop clicking :)
song - Pachelbel's Canon in D performed by Kassia
...why every time his wife took a photo of him, no matter what the camera, she always managed to cut off his head. At first, he blamed the shitty viewfinder on the old point-and-shoot Minolta. The same thing happened with the Nikon SLR they bought. Then digital came along, and even with screens on the back of the camera she still managed to lop off his head. It got to be quite the joke between them. 40 years of marriage, and 40 years of ruined images. It wasn't until that night, half asleep on the couch, she'd come at him with the carving knife, aiming for a clean cut across his neck. At last, he understood.
Never understood why gravity seems to work differently on the mountain, but hey I'm not complaining.
“God cannot be understood except by Himself. If we are to understand Him we can only do so by being in some way transformed into Him, so that we know Him as He knows Himself. And He does not know Himself by any representation of Himself: His own infinite Being is His own knowledge of Himself and we will not know Him as He knows Himself until we are united to what He is. Faith is the first step in this transformation...”. God is love.
-Thomas Merton from New Seeds of Contemplation