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“Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?"
"Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Piazza del Duomo, Firenze, in un qualsiasi martedì mattina.
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Vorrei solo precisare che ho fotografato questo signore, con molto rispetto per la sua persona e con molta vergogna per la sua condizione.
A caribbean octopus (Octopus briareus) in a row pore rope sponge (Aplysina Cauliformis). This is my second post from this encounter - it was just too much fun to leave at one.
You only find caribbean octopuses during the night and even then, they don't like our lights. (Note, not "octopi" because unlike the Latin derived "fungus", octupus is from Greek.) This is the only time I have found one "up" off the reef. I don't know exactly why it was there but it stayed for quite some time despite me shining a light on it and hitting it with strobes. I wish I were able to figure out why it was so motivated to be in the rope sponge, but I so enjoyed the encounter nonetheless.
For a sense of scale, my guess is that if the octopus fully tucked itself into a ball, it wouldn't be much larger than your fist. But those arms could outstretch to wrap around a soccer ball, maybe even a basketball.
Here we see it in its prettiest iridescent blue. In an instance, generally when hunting, it can turn white with brown spots. I don't do video, but I have to admit that a video would do a much better job than a still image to capture how amazing these creatures are.
perché? o come? o quando , in quale circostanza ?
ogni cosa ha un'anima !?
oppure nessuna !
diverso potrebbe essere per la coscienza o l'autocoscienza , che non tutti gli esseri senzienti possiedono , o nessuno tranne l'uomo! qualcuno potrebbe obiettare....ma...siamo proprio sicuri che gli umani ne siano dotati ?
di certo hanno un'anima , seppur per nulla si sa realmente di che cosa si trattata , però di certo potremmo affermare che consapevolmente oppure no , ad ogni manufatto ,strada o sentiero ,casa ,recinto o albero che viene potato imprimiamo qualcosa( totalmente o in parte) cambiandone il futuro e lasciando così una nostra impronta ;dunque trasferendo una parte di noi o della nostra anima . lo vediamo nei dipinti, scritti o statue di grandi pittori o scultori ,architetti o poeti le cui opere sono arrivate sino ai giorni nostri , ma se ben guardiamo ogni oggetto , per forma ,colore , funzione , se non prodotto dalla natura incontaminata , è il frutto del pensiero , conscio /inconscio ......dunque il rosso caramella della casa potrebbe essere legato all'infanzia di quell'uomo a cui appartenne un giocattolo che gli fu rotto da un'altro bimbo ...o mille altre storie , una ripicca, un capriccio della nostalgica moglie sudamericana , o chissà il colore di un rossetto perso in aeroporto ....
quante storie contiene un'oggetto ...
o quante anime vi abitano contemporaneamente ?
cosa è vivo e cosa non lo è ?
tutto ha un'anima nella religione shintoista difatti è una fede o credo animista ;cosa che a noi occidentali pare tanto assurda , seppur vero che l'animismo è nato prima ,molto prima di qualsiasi altra fede , per poi raffinarsi sempre più in concetti che mano a mano ci hanno portato ,via,via, sempre più lontano da tutto ciò che ci circonda.
per questo motivo alle volte ci sentiamo stranieri o alieni sulla nostra stessa terra , incapaci di vedere ,capire o sentire tutto ciò che va oltre le semplici apparenze.
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thanks to Helen for the texture used: www.flickr.com/photos/hroach/7636859458/in/faves-amarcord...
EXPLORE August 12, 2012
She feels like a part of me
My future My Present My past
Always open , Always There
But you know sometimes isn't always, and sometimes is not forever.
There a multiple reasons why my camera has been collecting dust recently.
One of the more enjoyable explanations is that I started playing strategic board games.
Games we regularly play are:
Carcassone
Dominion
Ticket to Ride
Agricola
(and expansion sets for them all!)
I most often play them with one or both of my boys. My parents come over each week for a games night as well. And there are a couple of small groups that get together occasionally. I probably lose more than I win but it doesn't matter; I find all of them rewarding.
I did get out for an evening walk at Iona Regional Park on Thursday. Carried, but never used my tripod. But still snapped a few shots while wandering around for 3.5 hours of solitude and exercise. It felt good.
In my dream children sing a song of love for every boy and girl
The sky is blue and fields are green and laughter is the language of the world
Then I wake and all I see is a world full of people in need
Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don't understand.
When so many need somebody we don't give a helping hand.
Tell me why?
Everyday I ask myself what will I have to do to be a man?
Do I have to stand and fight to prove to everybody who I am?
Is that what my life is for to waste in a world full of war?
Tell me why?
Excerpt from winnie-the-pooh.bib.bz:
“You seem so sad, Eeyore.” “Sad? Why should I be sad? It's my birthday. The happiest day of the year.” “Your birthday?” said Pooh in great surprise. “Of course it is. Can't you see? Look at all the presents I have had.” He waved a foot from side to side. “Look at the birthday cake. Candles and pink sugar.” Pooh looked—first to the right and then to the left. “Presents?” said Pooh. “Birthday cake?” said Pooh. “Where?” “Can't you see them?” “No,” said Pooh. “Neither can I,” said Eeyore. “Joke,” he explained. “Ha ha!” Pooh scratched his head, being a little puzzled by all this. “But is it really your birthday?” he asked. “It is.” “Oh! Well, Many happy returns of the day, Eeyore.” “And many happy returns to you, Pooh Bear.” “But it isn't my birthday.” “No, it's mine.” “But you said 'Many happy returns'—” “Well, why not? You don't always want to be miserable on my birthday, do you?” “Oh, I see,” said Pooh. “It's bad enough.” said Eeyore. almost breaking down “being miserable myself, what with no presents and no cake and no candles, and no proper notice taken of me at all, but if everybody else is going to be miserable too—”
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"Why hello there birdie~"
Model: Suriko Leimes
Photographer: Suriko Leimes
Hair: Irena Hair - Black (Vitabela)
On my daily walks around Menlo Park, Calif., I often pass farms and fences. The overwhelming majority of the fence posts are wood colored and often untreated. Occasionally, I will see a post that was painted white. On this morning’s jaunt, I came upon something different –– a post painted pink. It was by itself, no others that color nearby. Knowing nothing about this stuff, it made me wonder why. Did they paint this color in order to mark the post for some reason? Or, perhaps it was just a lark?
children on a storm water outlet watching the surf at Dee Why beach, Sydney, winter 2021.
Camera: Leica CL
Lens: Cosina-Voigtlander Ultron 35mm f/2 Aspherical Vintage Line
Film: Kentmere Pan 100
Developer: Ilfotec HC dilution 1+31
Scan: Epson V700
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit written permission. © copyright 2021 Lynn Burdekin. All Rights Reserved.
Why is it when I come, it always starts to fill up with people. Like the waiter said to me, when you come they all come. It just happens lol
"Funny"...
So this spare 1/6 scale head is just lying around and he really needs a body. Why not a Lego one? Cyborg Gladiators?...
I'll need to fix the attachment point to his neck; at the moment I feel like it's pushing his head a little too far back, making it look like he's wearing a suit.
Very dynamic skies over Fife. This was taken while out cycling and, yes, I did get wet!
This is a three shot composite image.
Breathing in, I touch the sorrow I have caused.
Breathing out, I hold it with compassion.
Breathing in, I smile at the miracle of being.
Breathing out, I ask—why not joy?
Strobist info:
Shoot into Silver reflective umbrella high camera left with SB-900 at ¼ power.
Directional light with not spill on the background, giving this isolated look of Robin.