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Happy Monday. Have a great week ahead.
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NO LARGE GRAPHICS .
the last light of the week cuts sharply through the city, carving out silence where noise has been. christopher, the bookseller, sits in its path, framed by the weight of his own stories. smoke curls into the cold air, dissolving like unfinished sentences. his wristwatch catches the light—a quiet reminder that time moves even when he does not. in his hands, a book, pages worn, read by others before him, waiting for those who come after. the moment feels borrowed, as if palma itself paused for just a breath.
"Il più bello dei mari
è quello che non navigammo...
I più belli dei nostri giorni
non li abbiamo ancora vissuti.
E quello
che vorrei dirti di più bello
non te l'ho ancora detto."
"The most beautiful sea
hasn't been crossed yet...
Our most beautiful days
we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words
I wanted to tell you
I haven't said yet. "
1942, Nazim Hikmet
Perché tutti desideriamo esplorare mari, vivere giorni e ascoltare parole di bellezza ancora ignota...
E se avete coraggio musicale (curiosità, apertura, pazienza...), consiglio l'ascolto di questo brano di musica tradizionale cambogiana, in cui è condensata tutta l'essenza della grazia femminile locale: Hun Sarath, Lullaby
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It's Friday once again! Thank Gawd!! Have a safe weekend everyone.
I plan on spending it outdoors. They;re calling for 15 degrees, which
isn't very hot but it's Heaven compared to the minus 20 temperatures
we've had for the past few weeks!!
the air is thick with quiet. two people sit at a café in madrid, their lives divided by inches of metal and glass. her gaze drifts outward, searching for something the street cannot give her. his focus is on the glow of a phone, a portal to another world. between them sits the weight of unspoken words, heavy and still. the black and white tones stretch the moment, pulling every detail—the texture of the wall, the lines of their coats—into sharp relief. it’s a scene of distance, of connection undone, and of time pressing on without pause.
The only thing that can escape the gravity of this world.
And a place deep in my soul, where thoughts come to life,
call them dreams. And creativity has no limits.
Sting, A thousand years.
A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times, a million doors to eternity.
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times,
An endless turning stairway climbs to a tower of souls,
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space.
Could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face.
A million roads, a million fears,
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty.
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time.
But if there was a single truth, a single light,
A single thought, a singular touch of grace,
Then following this single point, this single flame,
This single haunted memory of your face.
I still~ love~ you,
I still~ want~ you,
A thousand times, the mysteries, unfold themselves,
Like galaxies in my head.
I may be numberless, I may be innocent,
I may know many things, I may be ignorant,
Or I could ride with kings, and conquer many lands,
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands.
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times,
Reborn as fortune's child, to judge another's crimes,
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief,
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief,
I still~ love~ you,
I still~ want~ you,
A thousand times, the mysteries, unfold themselves,
Like galaxies in my head.
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid,
'til you, love me.
Just having some fun :)
Picture taken while driving at night. I really liked the image I got (with the other picture) and decided to replicate it further along the road. Just held the camera up to the window and shot.
From the Light: Trails Experimentation and Abstract/Comment! group.
Love is warmth in the cold, but sometimes a fire that burns too close.
Love is certainty in a chaotic world, yet doubt in the quiet hours.
Love is reaching for someone’s hand, even when they pull away.
Love is laughter that fills the room, but silence that can cut just as deep.
Love is choosing again and again, even when it feels impossible.
Love is the highest joy and the deepest ache—all tangled together.
Love is flawed, fierce, fragile, and forever changing.
Love is what we fight for, what we surrender to, and what makes us whole.
Love is.
I was trying to take a picture of a really seedy bar (which is very interesting, looks wise), when I had to move and viola!
From the Light: Trails Experimentation and Abstract/Comment! group.
I have been here, waiting. The flowers in my hand—one for you, one for me. Will you look beyond the surface, past the layers that keep me at a distance? Or will I remain unseen, holding onto something that was never meant to bloom alone?
What's a girl to do when a client sends an email that says "You're Fired!"
On the outside I was gracious and diplomatic -
even sent a response with a first line that said:
"I can't tell you how delighted I was to receive your letter
terminating our agreement."
Truth be told -- - I was so over it & relieved to get out :-))
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These are the Real thoughts I wanted to express.
The ones which expressed my anger and frustration about
my experience working with them.
I put them all down, ripped it up and photographed it.
__________________
I feel better now.
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Make ART Not War!
This photo, a part of the street photography series, depicts an intimate yet silent exchange between mannequins, with a blurred human figure in the background. The scene toys with the concept of human interaction versus the artificiality of retail displays, capturing a moment where the inanimate seems to convey more emotion than the living. It's a commentary on the silent stories in bustling urban spaces and the unnoticed narratives that unfold around us every day.
"I kan`t believe you anymore my distinguished Scholar, since your Words differ more&more from your Aktivities... The Experiences of this Years Happenigs teached me, in a klear Language, what I should do, what we all should do... It sure is 'Time for a Change', yet that is what they all say - and they lie straight in our Faces with that...
How should we trust your mendakious Truths, these transparent Kons...? We really aren´t that ignorant, nor kredulous! We don´t want to 'devour this unique wonderful World' just to please our own Kontentment... do you? and afterwards? What are all your Aims for? Did you ever think about your own ephemeral Existence? ...
I kan´t deskribe how I feel about all this Levity of you, as if we have another Habitat in the Bag...
These manmade Nuisances you impose us, they are all reduceable to a pointless Goal: yet you kan´t buy another World, once you´ve ruined this one... Wake up from your Delusions my material-fixated Dreamer, you are Part of this Cykles of Life! There is no Eskape for any of us, except Engagement for Endurance - and that means reasonable Behaviour, Thinking, Size in Heart and Mind... Just try to start with Thoughts about what a Tree is, or the Wonder of the Water, or the Beauty of all these magik Kreations all around us, or the enormous Size of the (beyond Understanding) Thing we kall 'Kosmos'... this List is long, yet I doubt you hear my unheard Voice this Time, these 'Unspoken Words' here, you ignored us befor..."
[Just a Draft, since I kan´t speak appropriate right now]
For Rug's rez day:) congrats!
he wanted it that dark... as he sais there's sth he should have said to me the very day we met around a year ago and i took this snapshot.. we became good friends.. but he never told what he wanted to tell me that day... who knows how many of those "unspoken words" there are around us.. and if we ever have the encourage to say them out!!!
Hope you like it :)
The words I lost in you
The ones I never found
The empty words I lost in you
are all I'm left with now
The void I found in you
The light I found in you
is all I left behind
They say there is a place
for everything
They say there is a time
for everything
They say there is a need
for everything
Please tell me where's mine
Because all I can find here
are the traces
of the many words I lost in you
of the ones I never found
of the ones I'll never find
of the many words I lost in you
They say there is a place
for everything
They say there is a time
for everything
Tell me where's mine
Because all I can hear now
is the loud silence
of all the words that once
had a sound
of the only words that
once had a meaning.....
Canaan
How could I be so naive and silly?
To love You so much, so deeply
without thinking about the reality
I trusted You completely
& dedicated my whole self to You entirely
A little care shown by you
took me out of my blues
I thought You loved me too
the same way as I loved You!
But now today I know
no flower survives the heavy snow
How empty,unspoken words
could make you feel this love?
I am lost and lonely again
with an excruciating pain
looks like all my prayers have gone in vain
And now I’ve come to realize that
each day was a step towards losing you
I lost You before I even found You…..!!!
Beeb'z (H@B!B)
Dedicated To My Bestest Friend...... !!!! =)
Part of a collaboration with the BBC R&D department, Unspoken Word is an installation that explores the hidden codes and signals inside spoken language and how they can fertilize the musical composition process. The piece makes use of a smart speaker and demonstrates an innovative speech-to-melody composition method used to create a novel medium of musical expression. People with both musical and non-musical backgrounds are invited to experience it and discover their own unspoken codes.
Credit: vog.photo
Part of a collaboration with the BBC R&D department, Unspoken Word is an installation that explores the hidden codes and signals inside spoken language and how they can fertilize the musical composition process. The piece makes use of a smart speaker and demonstrates an innovative speech-to-melody composition method used to create a novel medium of musical expression. People with both musical and non-musical backgrounds are invited to experience it and discover their own unspoken codes.
Credit: Jorge del Bosque, Lizzie Wilson
Each photo in the series (taken over a period of 30 years) has one word and one person in it.
Most were shot on film with more recent photos taken with a Nikon DSLR. This one was taken with a point and shoot digital camera he carries all the time (I think it is a lumix).
Nagler led a walkthrough of the show which is up through Dec 1 at George Krevsky at 77 geary
www.georgekrevskygallery.com/dynamic/exhibit_detail.asp?E...