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Eppure lo sapevamo anche noi
l'odore delle stive,
l'amaro del partire.
Lo sapevamo anche noi.
E una lingua da disimparare
e un'altra da imparare in fretta
prima della bicicletta.
Lo sapevamo anche noi.
E la nebbia di fiato alla vetrine
e il tiepido del pane
e l'onta del rifiuto.
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Yet we also have known the smell of the ship holds, the bitterness of leaving, and a language to unlearn and another to learn quickly before the bicycle, and the fog of breath at the windows and the warm bread and the shame of rejection...
[Gianmaria Testa, "Ritals"]
I’ve been dead since I was born,
Saw the world didn’t want no more,
I stood back and watched it burn -
And now everybody’s dead In the desert of...
Model Leanne M
Brand new edit for Dec 2022
Unlike many photographers, I like working with new models. I get some of my best, and more, emotional work with them when they are "raw" and don't have silly poses they have to unlearn for me. This was my first shoot with Leanne, a newbie, and she was a natural.
by John Cordeaux Delpiaz | “The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself..." ― James Baldwin
Hello Scout Paddy and friends!
OLEG: We got our own couch from Mommy Marian! It's so relaxed. Max is not allowed on it, but does it anyway. He still has to learn and unlearn a lot.
PETER:
Two more can sit on the couch. So .... Scout and Paddy are invited first. We have enough to eat and drink.
See ya!
Bear hugs and kisses
Peter and his cuddly teddy bear & Oleg and his puppy Max.
Woof, woof, woof
3x Lick from Max for Lettuce
~ Francis Bacon, Sr
Another reverse lens macro!
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It looks impressive, the Elbphilharmonie, and it also sounds wonderful. But we Germans have probably unlearned something! Is it because that understanding and knowledge no longer have this high status here in Germany. The policy lives us this unfortunately daily before. I did not want about Hamburg Lästern we in Berlin have yet quite andre problems than only the BER lol.
Since I have no 100mm or higher I stand here skillfully with my 35mm on the boat of a harbor tour. Lol
So as usual I had no time ;)))
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Scatto street "rubato" - Spesso si vedono in giro solo visi preoccupati, tesi e arrabbiati, e alla fine si "disimpara" a sorridere. I giapponesi sorridono sempre, anche se talvolta il loro può sembrare un sorriso un pò forzato. Secondo i giapponesi non essere felici è grave, così sorridono e... saltano. Pisa, Italia.
Street shot "stolen" - Often you see around only worried, tense and angry faces, and in the end you "unlearn" to smile. The Japanese always smile, even though sometimes theirs may seem like a forced smile. According to the Japanese, not being happy is serious, so they smile and ... they jump. Pisa, Italy.
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“When you hear of Gay Pride, remember, it was not born out of a need to celebrate being gay.
It evolved out of our need as human beings to break free of oppression and to exist without being criminalized, pathologized or persecuted.
Depending on a number of factors, particularly religion, freeing ourselves from gay shame and coming to self-love and acceptance, can not only be an agonising journey, it can take years.
Tragically some don't make it.
Instead of wondering why there isn't a straight pride be grateful you have never needed one.
Celebrate with us.”
― Anthony Venn-Brown, A Life of Unlearning
Valmoor is celebrating Pride today at 1pm SLT.
Title : Lessons Unlearned
Created on my phone listening to Love Sick Blues music -The Weight is Gone ... Purgatory and Bloodshot by Albin Lee Meldau.
I'm not love sick...I was blessed to be Loved Beyond Words for 45yrs.
I wish everyone could know the feeling.
I apologize for any offence given in yesterday’s post about ignorant North American’s being tolerated more in Holland, I think some took ignorant to have only one meaning and that being obnoxious versus unschooled or unlearned about the culture they are being immersed in.
I can only post my truth from my heart when it comes to my images, the commentary that I use to describe or add backstory hopefully gives more depth to the ordinary scene captured more extraordinary and are just my humble musings.
I am not trying to do anything other than entertain a few people with nice images and with any luck, fond memories while this plague invades our lives to teach us what is important and what is not.
If I cause offense in the future to anyone that feels it necessary to take offence please refer to this post and consider this my official apology and have a nice day.
This is an image of Zutphen I did not expect to capture and thank the lords of light for the opportunity to record it the passage leads through to another square behind the building,, does anyone who know this building and any history or amusing stories about it?
I took this on September 19th, 2017 with my D750 and Nikon 28-300mm f/3.5-5.6 Lens at 55mm 1/30s, f/16 ISO 100 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia, Topaz , Luminar and DXO
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism as well as a work in progress.
"The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn"
-Gloria Steinem
the difference between what it is, and how it should be is what we know. only when we unlearn what we've learned can we be in the purest form. welcome to existance.
“There is one thing I must do here at my woodshed hermitage, Saint Anne’s (and may I one day live here and do it all day long), and that is to prepare for my death. But that means a preparation in gentleness. A gentleness, a silence, a humility that I never had before—which seems impossible in the community, where even my compassion is tinged with force and strain.
But if I am called to solitude, it is, I think, to unlearn all tension, and to get rid of the strain that has always falsified me in the presence of others and put harshness into the words of my mind. If I have needed solitude, it is because I have always so much needed His humility and His charity. How can I give love unless I have much more than I have ever had?”
-Thomas Merton (January 1953) A Year with Thomas Merton
“There is one thing I must do here at my woodshed hermitage, Saint Anne’s (and may I one day live here and do it all day long), and it is to prepare for my death. But that means a preparation in gentleness. A gentleness, a silence, a humility that I have never had before—which seems impossible in the community, where even my compassion is tinged with force and strain.
But if I am called to solitude, it is, I think, to unlearn all tension, and get rid of the strain that has always falsified me in the presence of others and put harshness into the words of my mind. If I have needed solitude, it is because I have always so much needed the mercy of Christ and needed His humility and His charity. How can I give love unless I have much more than I have ever had?”
- Thomas Merton from January 14, 1953 Journal III. 28-29
A Random thought!
Sometimes you can do wonders with even a worthless mobile phone 😄🙏
I thank Flickr for the motivation it gives me, the teachings ..the patience to learn from fellow flickr buddies and millions of people who post awesome stuff in Flickr every day. Flickr is not about getting Explore or winning awards ( though I have never been there) but about learning new things
I am extremely busy in my work front family and traveling but at the end of day I log into Flickr to learn unlearn and re learn everyday!!!
Location: ° At The Green Story <- click to get the landmark
i take each day as it comes
and now i don't even run
not scared of my emotions anymore
in fact i like to greet them at the door
i know everything is temporary
i am not the things that happened to me
finding joy in all the little things
getting comfortable in my own skin
oh i was broken
and insecure
my heart was scattered
pieces on the floor
but now i’m healing, feeling
growing and unlearning
my old self has been laid to rest
now i’m ready to become my best
it ain’t easy growing up
with 40 trips around the sun
i’ve started seeing things clearly
let me tell you what i believe
the strongest pain
and the hardest things
are simply life
happening
wisdom is the journey
we’ve all been broken
felt insecure
my heart’s been shattered
so many times before
life has put me through so many tests
every day i’m working to be my best
whenever times get rough
i sing this little song
to remind me i’m healing, feeling
growing and unlearning
This is a place I walk past every day. In the summer you can smell the scent of the mire. It's a very special scent and I would like to know where it comes from. Do you know what I'm talking about? It appears suddenly sometimes when you are close to mires and it only takes a moment before the nose/brain gets used to it and then its gone. So if anyone knows what causes the scent please let me know.
When it comes to traveling with Greg, luck has always been on our side. We actually managed to find a space in a parking lot in the valley when least expected.
Little did I know that I would be planning another short vacation with a friend in Cali almost right after this trip. A vacation that could not have come at a better time.
Right after, Alan Watts' "unlearn something daily" will show the way.
'It's all about priorities,' says Greg, and he is right. There’s no other way to immediate fundamental change but the opening of self wide to incontestable priorities.
ᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴘᴏsᴇs | ᴅɪᴍɪᴛʀɪ sᴇʀɪᴇs
ᴜɴᴏʀᴛʜᴏᴅᴏx | ᴇᴠᴀɴ ʜᴀɪʀ
ᴇǫᴜᴀʟ | ᴀᴅᴏɴɪs sʜᴀᴅᴇs - ғᴀᴛᴘᴀᴄᴋ
ᴜɴʟᴇᴀsʜ | ᴊᴏʏɴᴇʀ ғᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ʜᴀɪʀ - ғᴀᴛᴘᴀᴄᴋ // ᴇᴠᴏ x
ᴏᴅɪʀᴇɴ | ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ᴘᴜʟʟᴏᴠᴇʀ - ғᴀᴛᴘᴀᴄᴋ
ᴋᴀʟʙᴀᴄᴋ | ᴠɪʙᴇ ᴄʜɪɴᴏ - ғᴜʟʟᴘᴀᴄᴋ
It is childish to assume we could switch to peace with nature by a simple act of goodwill. There are profound cultural and religious traditions that are at war with nature. Such traditions might go back to neolithic times, to antiquity and would include the Abrahamic religions and also Enlightenment thinking. We don't need to reject our traditions, but we need to "unlearn" those of their elements that are detrimental to the world we live in and re-interpret everything that in our traditions is life-affirming. We have to re-educate ourselves. Even if we are slow learners. Sony A7iii, 2x teleconverter, Helios 44M-7 (and the face of the Olympian Hermes).
This has to stop. It's immoral too! Look, here you have a recipient of benefit payments who has never worked a day in his life, having a beach holiday at the Côte d'Azur. The British Prime Minister (Labour) said he would get a grip of the workshy. They need, he said, to unlearn living on benefits and relearn the dignity of work. Yes! And whilst the UK must balance the books, the old, the infirm and a lot of hungry children too, will be moved to tears when they see the shiny logo "work pays". Yes, Prime Minister! Fuji X-Pro1 plus Zhongyi Speedmaster 0.95/35 wide-open.
Conditioning Felt Like Love
It was always him.
And it was always me
twisted into what he wanted.
He’s looking at me,
like he’s seeing me
for the very first time!.
Like I’m some kind of wonder
like he’s not worthy
to be in my presence.
Hand cupping my face,
his voice low, reverent—
“Who are you?”
A pause.
A breath.
“Are you an angel?”
he murmurs against my lips.
" you will be My Sin"
And in my head,
a random, fleeting thought:
If I am an angel,
I’m going to be your undoing.
But I don’t say it out loud.
I just start digging.
He tasted of ecstasy
with a hint of bitterness.
And I drank it down
like a woman dying of thirst.
Limbs tangled in performance.
He fed me pleasure
laced with control.
A moment frozen
not because it was beautiful,
but because I couldn’t move.
His hands were soft
when he needed them to be.
His lips were weapons
dressed up like a kiss.
“I feel your pain,”
he’d whisper.
As if he was my healer
when he was really
the wound.
“Let me take it from you,”
he said.
And I thought he meant the pain.
But he meant everything.
Every memory.
Every part of me
not yet claimed.
He didn’t just want my body
he wanted my silence.
My compliance.
“Come on, Diddles,”
he cooed, voice syrupy and slow.
“Let’s heal together.”
And I believed him.
Teeth to throat.
Fingers trailing bruises
in the shape of worship.
And I called it passion.
Every time I cried,
he tasted the salt
and called it love.
Every time I hesitated,
he pushed further,
until I stopped saying no.
I was taught
to perform for him.
To moan in all the right places.
To beg like I wanted it.
And when I finally came,
I didn’t know
if it was desire,
or defeat.
That’s what abuse looks like
when it’s masked
in moans.
It feels like love
until you realize
he choreographed
the entire dance.
He was the master
of mixed signals
the "yes" wrapped in fear,
no disguised as teasing.
I thought I had power
in the way I arched my back.
But he was the Puppet Master,
pulling strings
I didn’t even know existed.
And
I confused
surrender
for intimacy.
I confused
control
for connection.
I let him call it love.
Until I learned
that love doesn’t
demand obedience.
Doesn’t script your voice.
Doesn’t train your body
to respond
on command.
He didn’t just take my consent
he rewired it.
And I am still
unlearning
the choreography.
Still untangling the knots
he tied around my identity.
Still peeling
his fingerprints
from the places
I thought were mine.
♪♫♬She was such a graceful creature, she was such a worthy teacher
But how can one unlearn such love when love is war, is love is war my dear
I spit the blood from my mouth crying, I cannot express my "undying" love
For all you've given me for all you've taken
Man can change, can change, this man can change...
A bloodless kindred that never hindered
The chest has splintered, the bond has over-wintered
Heart cracked in several places...
Listen to the stream so violent, climbing up the hill so silent
Destitute inside these veins were slowly closing up, this heart weakened
Chances are you'll never get this, bled me dry it's time to forget this
No-ones ever seen me like this, should I ever fall this deep in love again?♪♫♬
You are The Buddha - Alan Watts Chillstep
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“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
(Charles Bukowski)
Isn't this the way we all learned to ride a bike? Being held and pushed and let go. He'll soon get it and then he can never unlearn it
It is the noble task of a maturing mind to actively reflect on our experiences and worldview, to intentionally seek out new relationships in unfamiliar contexts, and to commit ourselves to the exciting and sometimes exhausting work of unlearning.
-Unlearning Is the New Learning: A Neuroscientific and Theological Case for How and Why to See the World Differently
by Nancy Michael and Ben Wilson
churchlifejournal.nd.edu/articles/unlearning-is-the-new-l...
“Rushing into action, you fail.
Trying to grasp things, you lose them.
Forcing a project to completion,
you ruin what was almost ripe.
Therefore the Master takes action
by letting things take their course.
He remains as calm at the end
as at the beginning.
He has nothing,
thus has nothing to lose.
What he desires is non-desire;
what he learns is to unlearn.
He simply reminds people
of who they have always been.
He cares about nothing but the Tao.
Thus he can care for all things.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching ©www.ludwigriml.com
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-Jl71LY5tc - Primavera, Ludovico Einaudi
"The colors of green in spring are so beyond the colors of green I see at any other time of year. There's a lushness to them that almost overwhelms the senses." - bb
I could not see this particular view from the path I was on. Although it was a delightfully, sunny summer day, the path was a bit shadowy and dark - woody and dense. I could see a clearing visible ahead and as I approached it the light got brighter and shafts of sunlight etched their way through branches and leaves.
As I walked up a small rise in the on the path, I was greeted with this.
I stopped for a moment, of course, allowing myself to soak it in. Trees, sky, clouds, water, grasses, birds. I remember noticing the sounds and songs of the birds, so engaged in their evening conversations. I smiled at that.
As I walked down the path towards the edge of the water, I pulled out my camera. It had been in my pocket all the while - kind of at the ready, but I, as the photog and the artist, wasn't.
Sometimes I get mesmerized by things and forget I'm an artist and a photographer. I'm surrendered to the scene with no distinction between me and my surroundings.
I was touched by this particular view this day. I've seen it before - many times - but each time, in each type of light, it always looks a little different. This day I got tears in my eyes; not a lot, just a little. I cry at the silliest things as I get older.
I became deeply aware of being there. This place, at this time.
It was almost an out-of-body feeling, so deeply connected and present to all before me. I shot some images, but didn't move after doing so. I just stood there. I was consciously allowing myself to be...in this place. Feeling each moment, sensation as it came, when it came - holding it - to savoring it.
This takes training, learning and sometimes a bit of unlearning as many of us tend to walk blindly and blithely through the world.
Some moments will stay with you forever. Some will come and go over time; their arrival unannounced, their departure never noticed - obeying commands only they can hear. Others will go the way of all moments and time.
"We do not remember days. We remember moments." - Cesare Pavese - exquisite Italian poet, novelist, literary critic and translator. Suicide at age 42.
Scene from the North Park Village Nature Center - A Moment in Summer By the Pond. A hand-held Panorama. If the Nature Center did not exist, those of us who cherish secret green spaces, would have had to create it in our minds.
Texture: my own
Made Explore #179 - (two images in a row made explore. Go Figure.)
Taken in Joy's garden recently. Stay blessed and happy. Since I am not on FB, I wonder if I am the new illiterate?
Apps: Snapseed, Hipstamatic, iColorama, 1967Cam, Brushes, Superimpose, Stackables
A recent personal study into the nature of remorse and regret that leads a Christian believer to repent of a particular behavior happened to coincide with the announcement of a FaceBook group's theme on men. This image was in process at the time of both the study and the group challenge, so I offered it there (and on Instagram and Flickr) as an entry to demonstrate that both remorse and repentance are real aspects of authentic manhood and character. C.S. Lewis noted that, “Repentance means unlearning all the self-conceit and self-will that we have been training ourselves into... It means killing part of yourself, undergoing a kind of death.”
For The sunny Side of the moon, my best friend and my love.
Don't allow people, who do so little for you, to control your mind and emotions. The biggest adventure all-lives in what we create with our minds and perceive with our souls.
Just because someone says "Such things don't exist", doesn’t mean much, it simply means, that they are a different species. And with you, Kostaki mou, I can share everything and overcome any obstacles, also when it requires patience to unlearn in order to remember
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Europe, The Netherlands, Utrecht, Moderrnist terraced housing Erasmuslaan, Display case, Gerrit Rietveld furniture, De Stijl, (slightly cut from all sides)
Gerrit Rietveld was a designer/architect. As an influential member of the ‘De Stijl’ (a modern art movement, named after the art magazine of of the same name, which was founded in 1917). In this capacity he was one of the figureheads of the international modernist movement.
Amongst the chairs shown here are: Steltman, Red-blue, Berlin, Utrecht, Zig zag, Crate and Press room chair. The Elling cupboard and military table are also present.
During a presentation in the Utrecht Central Museum, Gerrit Rietveld long ago said:
“In order to become completely free of tradition as a transition and as a study, early and pure enough to be able to be the background and breeding ground for the new (modern, BH) life, many ideas had to be cherished and presented and after that wholeheartedly unlearned again. De Stijl and the Bauhaus have done a lot for this. De Stijl went almost scientifically in search of the elements of seeing. We tried to find the simplest things, the indivisible facial impressions, And we dissected the white light into the 3 colours to which our eyes are sensitive. And found that the impression red was an indivisible impression and thus a purely primal and elementary feeling. We worked with these feelings."
In his furniture design, he married modernism/functionalism with consumerism. Well in a way consumerism was always one of the roots of the modernist movement.
The title is of course an allusion to the BBC documentaries: "What did the Romans, Victorians etc do for us."
This is number 1120 of Minimalism explicit graphism
How fog is formed?
Not very many people have witnessed first hand how fog is formed.
After seeing Grey heron doing its thing through my camera viewfinder, it is impossible to unlearn the obvious causal link and to enjoy the fog as much as I used to before this photo revealed/ruined the mystery.
"Fog appears when water vapor (water in its gaseous form) condenses".
Copyright Mikko Palonkorpi.
Lyrics
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Learn, Unlearn, Relearn!
Studying isn't easy, but it's gotta be done. You can do it; hit the books and hit the ground running!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-Jl71LY5tc - Primavera, Ludovico Einaudi
"The colors of green in spring are so beyond the colors of green I see at any other time of year. There's a lushness to them that almost overwhelms the senses." - bb
I could not see this particular view from the path I was on. Although it was a delightfully, sunny summer day, the path was a bit shadowy and dark - woody and dense. I could see a clearing visible ahead and as I approached it the light got brighter and shafts of sunlight etched their way through branches and leaves.
As I walked up a small rise in the on the path, I was greeted with this.
I stopped for a moment, of course, allowing myself to soak it in. Trees, sky, clouds, water, grasses, birds. I remember noticing the sounds and songs of the birds, so engaged in their evening conversations. I smiled at that.
As I walked down the path towards the edge of the water, I pulled out my camera. It had been in my pocket all the while - kind of at the ready, but I, as the photog and the artist, wasn't.
Sometimes I get mesmerized by things and forget I'm an artist and a photographer. I'm surrendered to the scene with no distinction between me and my surroundings.
I was touched by this particular view this day. I've seen it before - many times - but each time, in each type of light, it always looks a little different. This day I got tears in my eyes; not a lot, just a little. I cry at the silliest things as I get older.
I became deeply aware of being there. This place, at this time.
It was almost an out-of-body feeling, so deeply connected and present to all before me. I shot some images, but didn't move after doing so. I just stood there. I was consciously allowing myself to be...in this place. Feeling each moment, sensation as it came, when it came - holding it - to savoring it.
This takes training, learning and sometimes a bit of unlearning as many of us tend to walk blindly and blithely through the world.
Some moments will stay with you forever. Some will come and go over time; their arrival unannounced, their departure never noticed - obeying commands only they can hear. Others will go the way of all moments and time.
"We do not remember days. We remember moments." - Cesare Pavese - exquisite Italian poet, novelist, literary critic and translator. Suicide at age 42.
Scene from the North Park Village Nature Center - A Summer Moment By the Pond. A hand-held Panorama. If the Nature Center did not exist, those of us who cherish secret green spaces, would have had to create it in our minds.
Made Explore #179 - (two images in a row made explore. Go Figure.)