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So note to myself: Get Up Earlier!!! But at least I found a location to come back to. 3 AM wake-up call next time. Sun was already coming up and I really slapped this one together on the fly. And if you know anything about parking in Chicago!!! Apologies to anyone who had to listen to The Black Keys as I drove by but not that sorry ;-)
A BIG thank-you to Chuck Sudo at Chicagoist.com for using this photo today! It made my day!
Današnja kiša nema kraja.
Današnja kiša je izgubila svoj početak.
Koračam prema tebi razmišljajući koliko se već dana ovako viđamo.
I pričamo...
Pričamo kao i uvijek- polako i pametno.
Sve što sada vidim podsjeća me na Onaj Grad koji našoj vrsti na kraju ostane.
Naša vrsta voli starinske filmove. Oni hrane usvojene taštine.
Tvoja tišina mi opet bistri misli.
Kad prođe pokloniću ti svoju. Nek' vode ljubav kako to samo tišine čine.
U pauzi svega beznačajno ti govorim što sam sutra želio reći...
I juče.
Kiša još pada i nije hladno.
Kafa u šoljicama strpljivo čeka pokoravajući se dobovanju naših čežnji. Volim kišu kad nije hladno i kad pijemo kafu tamo gdje posluga ne voli svoje goste, tamo gdje ni muzika nije dobra.
Na takva mjesta odlazimo sve više, naročito kada ovakva kiša pada... kada sve ostaje iza nas. Pitam se hoću li u Drugom gradu imati svoje mjesto i nekog poput tebe da mi upotpuni popodneva mokrih utoraka, srijeda, ponedeljaka i onih ostalih...
Pomalo se brinem... ne zbog sebe, već zbog tišine
Znaš već... Znam da znaš.
Mehmed Mesa Begic
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Thank you for the texture.
dusk is falling, mist is lifting.
lay down your head, it is time to wake up.
20/365
now that the water is so low and not-quite frozen, i think i shall be returning to this marsh for more photos. i love cold, muddy places. the bramblier the better. there is nothing like pulling thorns out of your wet socks for the rest of the evening. C:
Saturday // Velvet morning
self portrait
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Superman pajamas, a waffle and a little heater time before getting ready for school. Not a bad way to start the day.
Another day, another early morning at the office. I took a similar shot yesterday morning out of the windows from the Technology side. I took this photo from the E-Commerce side of the office. They have a slightly better view over there.
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Seattle, WA
a little veinlet in the floodplain of the Cuyahoga; everything alive. I realized there was not enough green in my photostream yet this year. I have a lot of catching up to do.
floodplain, Cuyahoga River, near Ira marsh; Cuyahoga Valley National Park, Ohio. unedited image.
"Tell me what you want to hear" - OneRepublic
One of favorite band finally released their next studio album. I been following OneRepbulic since their Myspace days. I dont know how many times I listened to their first album (Dreaming Out Loud), Which has been the CD in my car since the released date.
The quote is from their new single called "Secrets"
"Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away"
So be sure check out their new album! and everyone have a great Thursday!
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This is week 11. I had not realized that I should upload each week, on the same day of the week. So every Sunday will be my picture upload for this project. I'm really nervous yet simply excited to see where this will go.
This picture is simple as always, but I'm tired and I thought I should share that feeling with you. I didn't put much time into this.
I'll probably replace this photo later with film or just take another one. But for now, here you go.
I'd like to thank her today. Today was a very weird day for me..so I can't thank you enough. I love you.
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Occasionally you see the place where you live in a different way. You see the road, the hills, the sky, the clouds, not just as the "usual landscape", but you see them as if it were your first time to see them - as if you had just awakened and are able to see your surroundings in a profound and meaningful way. Those moments, that shift in consciousness, are what make me want to take photographs...
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These photos are SO very special to me - I almost feel a little protective sharing them, but it's such a beautiful thing to me I figured sharing that love had to be a good thing. :) This is the reason why I *adore* waking up in the morning. My little happy girl's face is the first thing I always see when I open my eyes. When my little angel wakes up, a smile lights up her face and she sleepily snuggles me while telling me something along the lines of, "Mommy, you're my favorite thing in the whole world, I love you." She also is fond of calling me her sunshine and snuggle bug, smiling into my shoulder. We have what we call our morning "cuddle fest" (she tackles me and yells, "CUDDLE FEST!!!") and all is right with the world.
See more images on my blog. :)
Processed with Paint the Moon actions (Fresh set and a new one I'm working on).
Simuflow. The power to access multiple threads of conscious at one time.
You can barely do well to access one.
And so you sit, trying to calm down and not fuck it up again. When an internal voice whispers:
"Vow to me. I have heeded your resolve. I am thou"
Sometimes you have to step back and focus, and not lose sight of people and reasons which are important to you.
Deliver reason, given dreams will never last. End deception - Daredevil, Persona 5
I caught this red fox napping on a frosty morning. Still going through my archives.
Thank You! EXPLORE!!!
Staff of Programmes Ltd, London, England. Dateline: mid-1980's.
Programmes Ltd. was the UK's sales sensation of its time. These people could sell anyone practically anything, legal or not: they worked insanely hard and made their company the industry leader in about two years. No wonder they quickly won Britain's top phone marketing award.
Never mind marketing – this is about a phenomenal group of people whose story has never been told. If a history of cults in modern Britain were to be written, these people would be in it. Fact: all or almost all the staff seen here are graduates of the controversial - some would say notorious - Exegesis Seminar. Without Exegesis, Programmes would never have existed. It was these men and women who launched Programmes in Bristol and later London. They quickly proceeded to revolutionize telephone marketing in the UK. The year was 1981.
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Founded, inspired and controlled by the charismatic Robert Daubigny, a master trainer, Exegesis copied the style and content of Werner Erhard's est training – and pushed further. Exegesis seminars were much smaller, more intense and confrontational than est trainings. Once the seminar commenced its four long days in a hotel room, you quickly realized the trainer was not like anyone you had ever met. He, or she, was ruthless. It was as if your game was up. You could not hide. Nothing had prepared me for it.
Was it disturbing? Absolutely. Was it abusive? Did it go 'too far'? I never witnessed that. The British media were extremely prejudiced about Exegesis and slammed it as a scam and worse. I cheerfully disagree.
A man needs a little madness or else he never dares to cut the rope and be free.
—Nikos Kazantzakis
If anything, I thought Exegesis did not go far enough; still, of what use would the most brilliant training be if it was so shocking that the authorities banned it?
Active in England and Wales from the late-70s to the mid-80s, with headquarters in Bristol and London, whoever was lucky - or doomed - enough to do the Exegesis Seminar, and had the nerve to endure it to the end either went through hell and came out transformed, as we used to say, or merely wasted time, money and the opportunity of a lifetime – and didn't. By normal, conventional standards it was a rash and scary thing to do.
www.bbc.co.uk/bbcfour/documentaries/features/gurus.shtml
Given Exegesis' damn-the-torpedoes brand of full-frontal experiential education, toxic media reportage and ensuing notoriety were all but guaranteed. In fact, Exegesis got such lousy press it led to hostile questions in the UK Parliament. Thus, from Hansard:
hansard.millbanksystems.com/commons/1984/may/14/mr-ashley...
Full disclosure: I never worked for Programmes. I took part actively in Exegesis. Did I like it? No. I loved it. I hated it. I was fascinated by it, and at times disgusted as well. I wanted to get out, I wanted to stay in. It was as if we were being cooked in a cauldron of ever increasing commitment to be fully here now. My time in Exegesis was priceless, unforgettable. It invited me to experience passion, excellence, total commitment, trauma, grace, and enlightenment. If you could stand it, Exegesis was the shock treatment of your life (those barf bags under every chair in the seminar? They weren't props). Every moment was wake-up time: take full responsibility - no excuses! now! now! now! Committed exegesis graduates were like warriors without a war – or rather the war Robert had us fighting was no less than the age-old spiritual war against our own copping out, against apathy, against the fear-driven betrayal of life, truth and of love.
Your greatest gift lies beyond the door named 'fear.'
—Sufi aphorism
“The need for truth is more sacred than any other need.”
—Simone Weil
Well, that was what fired me up. Other graduates responded differently. For many, the power they discovered in the seminar was promptly deployed in business; in this, Exegesis' series of communication, and other-themed, seminars were very successful. The applications for sales were obvious, and in Programmes they were put to full use.
Reality check: if Exegesis sounds implausibly gruelling, idealistic and too good to be true, well, it was. Personal integrity was hammered into us at seminars; yet, outside, the Exegesis ethic was to go for results by whatever, uh, worked. Morality was irrelevant: ends justified the means. Even healthy and creative criticism was angrily rejected: unquestioning trust in Robert's directives and appointees trumped all other considerations. Dysfunction shadowed enlightenment in a weird duet. Largely as a result, project after project was launched with high hopes only to go nowhere.
Away from the seminar – only, there was no 'away' from the seminar – there was no escape from the in-your-face demands by staff for more sacrifice, more commitment and most of all, more registrations. We grunts, called gaspers (graduate assistant seminar programme: an ultra-committed corps of unpaid employees) were not allowed to forget that Job One was to get people, thousands, millions of people, the whole freaking world! to do the Exegesis Seminar.
"Hello, I want to offer you this unique opportunity to be humiliated, taken apart and turned inside-out in front of strangers. This is your once in a lifetime chance to totally transform your life and get enlightened."
I mean, come on. You had to be crazy, right? We were!
Yes, I took part in the drive, in 1981, to swing an election in a heavily Labour constituency of London to our very own candidate, a respectable lawyer. Unknown to the public, not to mention the dear old oblivious Liberal Party, she was in fact an exegesis staff-member taking orders from Robert. In the weeks before election day, busloads of well-dressed graduates from Bristol joined London graduates in canvassing the entire borough, door to door, clipboards in hand, scripts memorised, getting the answers we wanted.
Using my deafness as an excuse I had at first not wanted to do it, then changed my mind. It turned out beautifully, blowing away yet another old limiting belief: "I can't do canvassing because I'm deaf". Going door to door meeting all kinds of people (years later I recall how kind they were to give me their time) and asking for their vote, and often getting it, was when I first realised my being deaf is, paradoxically, a gift, also an exquisite joke, opening me to total listening, without prejudice, a listening that transcends communication and opens to – whoa! – communion. Nothing else but total listening was – is – the answer to the koan of my deafness. How perfect it was. My world was rocked! Could I have learned this by following social norms and having a conventional education? Fat chance.
“The deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless. It is beyond words, and it is beyond speech, and it is beyond concept.” —Thomas Merton
How grateful I am that Exegesis was almost nothing like Aum Shinrikyo, or Heaven's Gate, or People's Temple, of "drinking the Kool Aid" infamy.
Being unreasonable, risking yourself and doing the impossible was the Exegesis way. That was what I got from my encounter with Robert D'Aubigny and his students.
Incidentally, in that election the Liberal Party, the Labour Party and even MI5 never knew who we were until the votes were in and it was too late. Exegesis' candidate came second, almost winning the seat against all the odds.
Ah, memories. Yes, I witnessed the rise and fall of Microlight Engineering Ltd. (made hang-glider-like planes from imported kits), an Exegesis front company in the heart of Bristol's old industrial district. All the employees were exegesis graduates, including - fatally - its management. Its too-trusting graduate founder was soon financially ruined... Yes, I was in at the beginning of the powerplays called the Bristol Project (aim: to recruit key people in the city, and grow Robert's influence there) and the Glastonbury University project (aim: a university teaching enlightenment or whatever else Robert wanted)
Dodgiest of all – or perhaps not – was the 'Money Seminar' (Bristol, 1981) in which Robert raked in serious cash from us suckers running a one-game casino, week after week... until we wised up and clammed up. How it worked: every graduate in the room wrote down their high bid in secret and handed it to a staff-person. The highest bidder won half the total pool. To this day I remember the awful look on the face of neophyte graduate D_ R_ as he learned that he had won that night's bout with his huge wager – and that after the organization had skimmed off its hefty cut he'd actually get back about half his stake. We all cheered for the winning loser!
While not as unfortunate as my hapless cultmate I too was taken for a tidy sum before catching on. Ouch!
The wackiest Exegesis project of them all? No contest: the Total Transformation of Society – yes, this includes you, dear reader – in 4 years. Or was it two? Launched at a much-heralded gathering of all exegesis graduates, led by Robert himself, in a city-owned hall at the foot of Park Street, Bristol in 1981, it was to begin with us 'transforming' the city, and go viral from there. If I recall aright, Robert declared the project a success after two years.
Or was it one? Whatever.
Anyway, every Exegesis project more or less failed, with the glittering exception of Programmes. It made Robert D'Aubigny extremely wealthy.
homersykes.photoshelter.com/gallery-image/Exegesis-Cult-1...
In 1986 Exegesis ceased operations, having transformed itself into Britain's top telephone marketing firm: Programmes.
The people I trained with in Exegesis still have a place in my heart – you never forget your first time! I wanted more, and became somewhat of a glutton for seminars and groupwork in the 1980s. Pursuing my passion for enlightenment, I went to a zen monastery in California, then on to Esalen Institute, and did the est training and its various graduate seminars. At the last est training and the first Forum in San Francisco, I assisted Werner Erhard. Curious about Werner and est? Check out:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Werner_Erhard
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMeXmFVq6cY
and
www.erhardseminarstraining.com/
At the same time, I volunteered at The Breakthrough Foundation, an est offshoot, as also the Hunger Project, and the simply transcendent Holiday Project, and as my decade of crunchy cult goodness came to a close, Ron Kennedy's 'Man Woman Training'. The last of these I did, in Russia, afforded us western participants the eerie realization that we were doing a seminar peppered with KGB agents (Moscow, then-USSR, 1989).
No, they did not exactly get into the groove.
365/02
Waking up again to the drops of summer rain dancing in the window pane,
to the richness of fresh-brewed coffee smell in the air, to the steady comfort of the familiar cozy bed and the loving memories of laughs and games..
true love, gone
The door slammed in the living room by the wind,
leaving my old memories to wander forever through the glass window fogged by the rain...
Is time for my coffee ,
to get in between pages to write again...
-vlgbudde
No me niegues que a veces, al despertar, quisieras refugiarte nuevamente debajo de mis manos, quedarte quietecita, apenas respirando, convertida en la misma huella de la noche.
Roberto Obregón
“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.” a man woke up from his sleep at Bhit Shah Shrine
Location: Bhit Shah ,Sindh ,Pakistan
it looked like this this morning after those crazy skies yesterday...
here is an equally lovely song to go with that pic
thanks to *narly for introducing me to missy higgins.
and View On Black
1. Bench Monday -Lavender edition-, 2. Field Book of American Wildflowers. (explored!), 3. summery-goodness, 4. The color purple
I guess only now I start realizing what a good idea TILT shots really are - not only you get to show some inspirational work of super-talented photographers, but it gives you the chance to see this lovely images together as a whole.. I think each of them influences the other and the final result is more than just the sum of all the pictures :)
... so all my thanks to you, talented people, for sharing your work and for being such an inspiration every day! I am in love with what you're doing :)
Happy Thursday everyone!
Hedgehog. They are normally nocturnal animals, this hedgehog must have been very thirsty - probably an effect from waking up from hibernation
Igel sind normalerweise nachtaktiv. Dieser kleine Kerl war um 10 Uhr morgens unterwegs. Vermutlich weil er aus dem Winterschlaf erwacht ist und durstig und hungrig war
More B&W film from Ukraine.. Eva
Leica M3 + Ilford Pan F 50 Film
Developing - 1:3 Xtol, 11min at 26 degrees, Epson v800 scan
My Orostachys were out on the balcony all winter, sleeping through the frost and snow. With the sunny and spring-like weather we've been having these last few days, I've decided now's as good a time as any to wake them up from their winter dormancy by letting them have their first sip of water since autumn.
As you can see they're loving it. This is their progress right after being watered, then 4 days in, and then 7 days. I've added a teaspoon for scale in the first picture to show how small they are.
(I believe these are Orostachys thyrsiflora, but I'm not 100% certain)
dawn
random textures from the night before
as they lie — were
then
iPhone 11 Pro 1.0x; Halide Photo App 1.16.1; Image Post: Affinity Photo 1.8.3 — Background layer: Unsharp Mask and Noise Reduction; Blue Channel Greyscale Layer—Multiply Blend Mode; Levels Adjustment; R-L Gradient Pixel Layer; Right Lighting Filter.
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(Spring 2020) GT Cooper