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Even though Otagi Nenbutsu Ji is supposed to be the resting place of over a thousand rakans of different shape and size, not all of them look "pure".
Not to worry, I looked it up, there is no representation of mischief or evil at this shrine. But for some reason, this particular statue rubbed me the wrong way. It's scowling face, it's fangs, it's large chin and nose, it looked a bit more like an oni then a rakan.
So I knew this was perfect for a subject shot, it was largely standing by it's lonesome, making it easy to isolate it's focus in editing. There was a straggler in the back that I decided to keep clear to balance out the aesthetic.
It looks like it's trying to escape, like it's stuck in the ground. It looks like it wants to eat me. I like it.
Do you have Synaesthesia?
Dont worry...its not a disease. For people who have Synaesthesia, they see colors for different things, such as days of the week, or months of the year, for different people or certain names.
Ever since I was a little kid, I see specific colors for the days of the week and months of the year; for instance:
Sunday is redish orange
Monday is blue
Tuesday is orange
Wednesday is blueish green
Thursday is green
Friday is white
Saturday is red
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There once was a wild dog
named Worry
who traveled tensed up
and in a hurry.
He said, "My lunch was meat tarts,
it led to some farts,
And this evening's meal
is a curry."
This is Luc at 19. Every year on the day before their birthdays I make a portait of my boys. Luc turns 19 today. This year's portrait is a little surreal with colour. Because the past year has felt a little surreal. It seems a little surreal to Tracy and I that our little blond headed baby is now legally an adult. We've been seeing him mature both physically and mentally over the last year as his adolescent behaviours fade and the adult has been slowly emerging. Luc has faced some challenges as well this year. He's done so bravely and has managed to control and overcome some of his fears. Emotionally he's opening up to us a little more... learning that it is OK to be vulnerable. We are proud of the steps he has taken, hopeful for his future, despite that the worry and the wonder we felt on the day he was born have never faded. Happy birthday son, and welcome to adulthood.
Optical snoot on White Lightning Ultra 600 up and camera right with an orange gel and framing shutters to get the shape just right on his face. A second White Lightning ultra 600 is behind the camera gelled blue and firing against the wall to provide the blue wash over the rest of the scene. Strobes triggered with Pocket Wizards.
Fujifilm X-T3 and TTartisan 50mm f1.2 at f/5.6 and a Tiffen Black Pro Mist 1/4.
Processed in Capture One Pro.
I’m less a worrier than a complainer, but I thought this poem apt for my decade birthday. When we were young, we thought 80 was OLD. I guess it still is, but it's more an attitude than a reality. Despite my medical issues, I feel good: fulfilled in many ways and with much gratitude for having all I need while being a Covid hermit. As I step into my 80th year, I will continue to seek joy in my friends and family, my volunteer work, my pups, my home and garden, my photography, my books (so, so many of them!), music, the internet and social media, which keep me connected and engaged with the world, and whatever else comes along that brings me happiness so that I can exclaim rather than complain. I am a very lucky person.
Yesterday’s corona statistics continued to look good: there were 25 fatalities reported and 34 people were hospitalized with Covid-19. The latter is the lowest figure in quite a while, and we have not yet seen any deterioration through the relaxation. Yesterday saw also the results of a survey probing what keeps people up at night now that we’re seeing some light at the end of the tunnel. Unsurprisingly the public health emergency and the political stalemate came out tops and eclipsed worries about public finances and the climate. I guess the future will tell if my compatriots got it right. Today’s picture is another shot from downtown Ghent during the “Great Lockdown” – De Krook, Ghent, Belgium
Crazy Tuesday: Gifts
This year, I put worry beads on my wish list. I've never used them before, but in these anxious times, I thought they might help keep my hands busy and my mind still. My husband didn't find any locally that he liked, so...he researched how to make them, bought beads and cords, and made me three sets. I was so touched! He even made the tassels the other two sets have. By far my favourite gift this Christmas.
Il gruppo è BIFOLK ( musica tradizionale irlandese)
un piccolissimo contributo...........
Vivere
No.
Non sono stanca di vivere ,non lo sono mai stata.
Ma
il peso e il pensiero della lunga sequenza
dei giorni a venire, vuoti del fare di tutta una vita,
assediava la mente con mute domande.
Ora
in questa età senza tempo e senza vuoto, riconquistata
all’esistere, cammino su sentieri di pensieri e di parole
nuovamente viva
e felice.
Anna Maria Folchini Stabile
Stai Con Me (Stand By Me) Ben E. King
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us-TVg40ExM&feature=channel
Don't Worry, Be Happy (Non Preoccuparti, Sii Felice)
Bob Marley
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Ma si vediamola in grande !!! View large
Rimini . 10 . 10 . 2009
color always returns in life after darkness :)
(yes, you have guessed it right, this is another picture from my new LX3, considered by many to be the best non-DSLR in the market. Here I have used LX3's unique 16:9 aspect ratio)
Explored
I didn't want to waste the slices I used for the previous photo, so I stored them in the fridge. Turns out, slices don't keep well in the fridge at all...they were very pale and dry. It was like the Slice Vampire had sucked all the color out of them. Lesson learned.
The hardest part about doing this photo was trying to keep Flint dry. We took a lot of "blow dry" breaks. I actually thought about just soaking him from top to bottom just so I wouldn't have to worry about it, but I don't think Flint would have been too thrilled out that. :)
182/365
A shot of Frankie from the Spring season within the fields near where Luke Sharratt takes his photos :P
« L’humanité est d’une étonnante indifférence envers tout ce qui ne menace pas son existence mais se contente de la salir ou de la dégrader. » (N.G.D.)
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Masai Mara National Reserve, Kenya
This male is one of three from the Sala Pride who were 'acquainting themselves' with the females of the Rekero Pride with a view to taking over. He doesn't seem to have much experience and looks rather confused about the whole thing. He approached these females which made them rather nervous with the cubs close by and one of them snarled at him. He just gingerly lay down beside them but the females weren't entirely comfortable. I didn't much like the looks he was giving the cubs but it seemed they were safe for the moment.
Vesta, goddess of hearth (palace garden of Sanssouci, Potsdam) by Francois Gaspard Adam, 1758.
Sanssouci (English Wikipedia)
Man is the only animal who enjoys the consolation of believing in a next life; all other animals enjoy the consolation of not worrying about it.
-- Robert Brault
For Macro Monday theme.
A Worry doll from Guatemala. It is tiny and meant to ward off troubles and worries.
When I was in England I stumbled upon this man on the beach, half dressed, bruised and bleeding. He was shivering violently and his teeth chattered together so much his words were barely audible, but he managed to tell me he had carried this suitcase full of rocks all the way from France, or rather... swam with it... across the English Channel.
When I asked him "Why!!?", he explained that he was carrying out an old tradition; The suitcase full of rocks represented all his worries, and he'd swam the channel in order to take them, and leave them, far, far away. I wondered out loud if he was going to swim all the way back again. To which he replied, "Fuck no, I'm taking the Eurostar! ...Do you have any socks?"
We laughed and laughed, thawed our feet and hands on car air vents, and then went back to the placeI was staying, where we ate Mexican food, and I discovered he was actually a crazy Flickr photographer named Simon McCheung!! Small word, ay?
En las puertas del otoño lo arboles empiezan a teñirse de colores rojos, naranjas y amarillos. Aunque es muy preocupante la escasez de lluvias, estando en un gravísimo problema, será por el cambio climático?
At the gates of autumn the trees begin to dye red, orange and yellow. Although it is very worrying the scarcity of rains, being in a very serious problem, will it be due to climate change?
While there are many benefits to living in California, there are also plenty of worries. Wildfires, droughts, floods, earthquakes and more. On this recent trip to a Northern California beach, I saw a warning sign about tsunamis. Add it to the list.
Up above the human world
The world of worries and cares
There stand uncertain, unaware
Mighty more, mighty times manifold
Names and forms, mortals mould
And adore the Almighty - the Supreme Self,
Though in truth it is a petty pelf
The view, so clear the inner eye hold
The scriptures, scrolls, vedic spells
All in fine figurative peals
Picture this Universe as if it stands
Like a tree of strange features of all brands.
Open your eyes, see its roots fixed above
And branches, far and wide, spread below,
Whose leaves are heard murmur still
The sacred hymns hallowed as God's will
The world's brain in total is its trunk
The great elements are its boughs
Leaves are only its sense's pranks
And flowers its virtues and vices.
Worldly pleasures and pains
Are its sweet and sour fruits to taste
For Man who would not refrain
From actions needless for selfish gains
This tree that stands eternal
Prevails on all of this world to mourn
Cut asunder this vicious earthly tree
With the axe of knowledge and to mind
That "Thou art that" and be free
- Anuj Nair
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♫ Bob Marley – Three Little Birds ♫
Today is going to be an *awesome sauce* day! The entire family is gathering together to send my nephew Erik off to boot camp in style!! Rachel is here so we are all doing the *happy dance* I see that the title for the group today is "searching for the fountain of youth!" I can tell you, for a fact, that I found it right here on this beach with the three little birds, the sky, the sea and the sand!
~
"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")
~
Happy "Beachy" Cliche Saturday!
A Stab of Truth to Open Eyes -
On a trail overrun with weeds, a spokesman for the microscopic climbed the beanstalk and came into view abruptly. He gesticulated with antennae to and fro, putting into words, how a giantess occupied with future worries failed to notice the mass murders she commit with feet. The one-eyed titan looked down and saw… oh, what a view. Scores of bodies were lying around, squashed and broken with defeat. The field looks like a battle scene. She sat on unsteady heels and look fixedly at the faultfinder. Except for a borrowed spike from a sea urchin and the hair whorl of Van Gogh throughout, the itty bitty was just another ant in the crowd.
“Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of ants everywhere. It’s not my fault that the teeny can’t be seen. They should shriek loud if they can down there, although I won’t be able to hear a thing up here. Only the foolish follows through a single file line and run not in all directions to get out of my way,” the cyclop mocked.
Her accuser remained calm, despite having verbal stones thrown at him. “How many times have you tripped on this trodden path?” the ant cross-examined with genuine interest.
The giantess replied with furrowed brows, “Just five minutes ago, I sprawled because an inconsiderate tortoise tent right in the middle of the road. In general, I stagger at least once a week. Why?”
“The solution is to keep your eyes held high, low on the ground bubbling with life,” the ant responded, an octave higher.
The lady goliath retorted, “I’m used to walking with my head in the clouds. What’s there to observe on the floor? The settling dusts flying up in a breeze?”
The gentle-ant went into detail, “You passed over the fabulous roadmaps made by earthworms in their earthly labor. Over there you missed the invitation of the Malayan shrews, they are sharing with anyone their party of fresh fallen donut peaches. And that meadow ant meandering leisurely with a trimming of curry leaf, he is flossing his teeth.”
Globs of awakening twirled within the iris of the tall titanic. It was the first time she realized that. Having said his piece, teeny sauntered in peace toward his homely jungle. The giantess had better appreciation for ants since and watched her step. To date she is still ironing flat the wrinkly dead leaves with elephantine tread, but instead of stomping on ants, she walks over them now. You think you can easily crush a dozen ants with one finger? Small in size they may look weak, but all it takes is one strong-minded ant to lift you off your feet.
Par accident j'ai effacé beaucoup de mes anciennes photos dans mon catalogue dans Lightroom. Quel horreur. Pfff...Ce n'est pas un de mes moments le plus brilliants. Il semble que je peux retrouver de mon disk dur portable, mais ça prendra longtemps. Au moins qu'elles ne sont pas toujours perdues. Il faut trouver un autre chemin pour organiser mes photos....
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By accident, I erased a lot of my old photos from my Lightroom catalog. It was not one of my brightest moments ! It seems that I can retrieve them from my portable hard drive, but it is going to take a long time. At least they are not lost permanentely. I must find a better way to organize my photos....
...over the fact that I'm procrastinating.
Made Flickr's Explore on May 16, 2008!
Highest Position: 26/500
don't you worry, don't you worry now.
view dis large, pleasse.
I love that song so much. Already took another photo for the week but I hated it so here this is. :) I love this park at winter, it is beautiful. Now that I have become more crazy and have improved, I will be shooting for actively outside this winter, as much as I can (sometimes the temperatures here are too hard to bear -.-)
I can't believe there's only 4 weeks left. CRAZY> We have started to decorate for Christmas, I basically wore a santa hat all day and decorated. <3
It was a long and tiring week, but it will all be capisce.
Im doing a print giveaway on my facebook!!!!! Go check it out <3 <3
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