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The Breeders - "Saints" - Play this track here.


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"Saints" is a cracking track by The Breeders, released as the third and final single from their 1993 album Last Splash. It was released in 1994 on 4AD/Elektra Records.


The Breeders are an American alternative rock band formed in 1988 by Kim Deal of the Pixies and Tanya Donelly of Throwing Muses. The band has experienced a number of line-up changes; the current line-up consists of Kim Deal (lead vocals and guitar), her twin sister Kelley Deal (guitar and backing vocals), Jose Medeles (drums and percussion), Mando Lopez (bass guitar) Todd the Fox (guitar) and Cheryl Lyndsey (guitar); Kim Deal has been the band's sole continual member.


Their first album, Pod (1990), received critical acclaim but was not commercially successful. The Breeders' most successful album, 1993's Last Splash, produced the hit single "Cannonball". The band's fourth album, Mountain Battles, was released in 2008. The band's name is apparently gay slang for heterosexuals.


Christ Church Cathedral (or more formally, The Cathedral of the Holy Trinity) is the cathedral of the United Dioceses of Dublin and Glendalough and the cathedral of the Ecclesiastical province of the United Provinces of Dublin and Cashel in the Church of Ireland. It is situated in Dublin, Ireland and is the elder of the capital city's two mediæval cathedrals, the other being St. Patrick's Cathedral.


Christ Church is officially claimed as the seat (cathedra) of both the Church of Ireland and Roman Catholic archbishops of Dublin. In practice, it has been the cathedral of only the Church of Ireland's Archbishop of Dublin, since the English Reformation. Though nominally claimed as his cathedral, the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Dublin uses St Mary's in Malborough Street in Dublin, as his pro-cathedral (acting cathedral).[2]


Christ Church Cathedral is located in the former heart of medieval Dublin, next to Wood Quay, at the end of Lord Edward Street. However a major dual carriage-way building scheme around it separated it from the original medieval street pattern which once surrounded it, with its original architectural context (at the centre of a maze of small buildings and streets) lost due to road-building and the demolition of the older residential quarter at Wood Quay. As a result the cathedral now appears dominant in isolation behind new civil offices along the quays, out of its original medieval context.


Christ Church is the only one of the three cathedrals or acting cathedrals which can be seen clearly from the River Liffey.


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"When you are despairing, when you are confronted with a situation you fear will overwhelm you, don't pray for the problem to be taken away, instead, pray for the strength to deal with it." - Rabbi Harold Kushner, Handbook for the Soul - 'With each sunrise, we start anew."


I had downloaded a bunch of distressed jewell’s textures a few weeks ago. I thought incorporating them into my work was going to be easy.


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I was wrong. Her textures said, “Whoa, big boy, not so fast. You’re gonna’ have to work for it.”


They are strongly graphic textures with a real “gritty and coarse” nature to them, and they can make your imagery look more like hers than yours – not a bad thing, as her work is fabulous and extraordinary – but not necessarily what one might be looking for.


I didn’t quite stress over it, but I was getting a little perplexed. “Perhaps I haven’t got what it takes to use them,” I thought. “Perhaps they don’t compliment my style,” I mused, “or I don’t fit her style,” which I didn’t really believe, but was simply grasping at straws for some answers.


And, I must admit to a little embarrassment. Works with textures by Jill and Paul and Skeletalmess were finding their way onto my stream, but none by Distressed Jewell. She didn't ask. I would have answered honestly ("they be messin' with my head, girl. These be some tough textures to deal with"), but now I don't have to say that.


Yesterday, Feb. 24 or 25, she put up new texture (listed above). “Ok, I’m gonna’ make this work,” I thought. If there were to be a seduction of styles and images, I was up for it (so to speak).


There is a South African saying that sounds like “Olung tawa shee yara, thakaberi,” which means, “Let’s start, what we have come into the room, to do.”


I warmed my hands, moistened my lips, put on some music and poured a glass of wine. (I don’t know why food, art, and music are intertwined with sensual and erotic thoughts for me, but it always been that way – since I was a little boy).


My mind raced for an image of that was simple in the number of visual elements it contained, yet graphically strong enough to stand up to Jewell's texture, but it couldn't have so many colors in it, that they would either get lost or distract from the theme, during processing. OK, so it was on, and this texture and I weren’t leaving this room until we had a successful coupling.


I found this: a sunrise shoot at Jackson Park Beach, southside, Chicago, 5:30am from 1983. I was 32 or 33 at the time and experimenting with filters. It seemed to fit the critieria I needed. Gradually, the initial sense of helplesness and hopelessness faded, giving way to a feeling of collaboration.


Helped, of course, by the music – by Fela-Ransome Kuti & Ginger Baker! - is energetic, lively and passionate, meant for dancing and celebrating – as I feel each day upon witnessing a sunrise. It was the music that said "I am the one that FEELS this" and I listened to it - over and over, dancing and working - for at least the last 45 minutes as I fine tuned the image. ~


The image got done, and up - and I am grateful to the Lady “Distressed Jewell” that her textures made me work for it. ;-) I think we're gonna' do grande work together.

"Photography deals exquisitely with appearances, but nothing is what it appears to be." -Duane Michaels

...another "winter shot" from yours truly.


Good morning. I know, I never posted something this late before. But I had an early morning CT scan to deal with, which fortunately went smooth as silk. Plus I'll probably be taking a break from flickr tomorrow (Saturday) so I thought I would post something today in spite of the lateness of things.


As for this collage...after a lot of hard work between taking the pics in freezing cold yesterday, editing, and creating this mosaic I'm not too crazy how it views here on flickr. As a result I added the individual shots in the comment section for a better view of them separately. I even added a link underneath each so you can view large if you so desire. In the end, a lot of work for something that didn't turn out to be anything special. Still, I can chalk it up to one of those "winter shots" I dread doing :-)


Thanks for visiting...and I hope you have a truly great Friday and upcoming weekend.




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"I wanted everything; beauty, art, flesh, emotional intensity, love, sensuality, and spirituality." Daniel Odier Arrival of the Birds


"Have you ever made love, outside, on a blanket on the beach, or on a field of soft grass, under the glow and soft light of a full moon? Why not?" - BossBob


How can you not become aware and present when each day holds such possibilities and wonders anew?


It has become important for me to seek out wonderful quotes from other countries than just the U.S. or England - than from just a western philosophy or point of view. Or from just a modern, post 1900s point of view. Although it is a bit tough, even on the internet, the rest of the world, and non-modern times hold a great deal of incredible feelings and observations and knowledge as well from which, we today, can still benefit.


“The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.”

― Deng Ming-Dao, Everyday Tao: Living with Balance and Harmony


“There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.” ~ Haruki Murakami, 1Q84


Where the land drops and slips into Lake Michigan, near the beach, along the eastern tip of the Nature Preserve, South Shore Cultural Center, Chicago, Illinois.


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Textures by:

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Distressed -

Skeletalmess -

Dyrk Wyst -

Alt "diapozitiv" vechi: crucea din Doştină (aşa se cheamă dealul), cu un măceş în prim-plan. Pe dealurile astea încă mai vin lupii iarna...

This is an "oldie" from my "greatest hits" collection. A crop of this image was on the cover of Florida Audubon's Naturalist magazine a few years ago, and it has been a fairly popular print. The Reddish Egrets of Ft. De Soto have been very good to me over the years. ;-)


For the first time in ages, I feel nearly caught up with work. I'm still dealing with the remnants of flu after three weeks, so I'm taking time to be somewhat lazy today -- might muster up the energy to process something new, but not counting on it!


(Seems best viewed larger, since this version is making it look oversharpened.)

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" asked Alice.


"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.


"I don't much care where -- ," said Alice.


"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.


'-- so long as I get SOMEWHERE," Alice added as an explanation.


"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough.”


-- Lewis Carroll

The big deal here is the reflection of the waterfall captured...Thanks to Amy (Lollygagging) for pointing that out to me..when we were at this I didn't even see that until she mentioned it! I used Jill and Pauls JP Flypaper Textures on this one..Necropolis and Bruised the way the textures brought out the light and details of the tree...I also used one of my own Lightroom Presets "Rich and Colorful" too. and I ran the action "drop shadow frame" in CS3..pretty cool looking!


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Standing abount 9" tall, the Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio) never had to deal with Zack Morris, but one can imagine that he would have held his own. Eastern screech owls can be found just about everywhere in the U.S. east of the Rocky Mountains, a line which seems to separate them from their Western Screech Owl cousins. Aside from some small visual differences, eastern and western screeches have distinct calls, and eastern screeches have a wide range of vocalizations... ranging from the telltale screeches to grunts, chirps, and the haunting trills that often accompany spooky movie soundtracks.


The bird photographed here is a rufous (or red) morph of the eastern screech. Interestingly, in the center of their range, rufous owls comprise more than 70% of the population, but here on the outskirts of their range, they account for less than 30%. The remaining owls are colored with approximately fifty shades of grey.


As a point of interest, this shot was manually-focused on a 7DII for an equivalent focal length of 1280mm!

"I have so many feelings

And I know that I'm dealing

I'm dealing with all these feelings"

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"Blizzard" by Fauve" ...


Translation awesome french song...


"I'm asking you if you're

a savage beast or else a saint

But you are the one and the other

and many more things too;

you're infinitely many, the one despising

the one hurting, the one being, the one seeking

and all the others together.

Turn around

Be careless

Not all is fragile

Hear nothing from around you

Because you're sacred, because you're alive

Because the most important thing is not what you are

but what you chose to be.... (oh yeahaaa 01-10)




Do you hear it? Of course you hear it

the murmur; the deafening and permanent murmur,

it has taken over the city and the spirits,

it walks the streets screaming.

The deafening and permanent murmur

like a parasitic noise inside you that consumes you,

that whispers in the ear of everyone "you're no good,

you good for nothing, you'll never be good enough",

that repeats to you "you're like that, or you should be,

nothing would change if you changed. "

The deafening and permanent murmur

that hopes to put you down by shouting:

"Don't try to rewrite history,

you'll never make it it's too late,

it's a done deal, it's imprinted in the memories."

The deafening and continuous murmur

What makes you think there's no redemption

no forgiveness, no deliverance, no remission

and you accept it, you let it in.


Woh woh woh, what are you doing? Stop!

What has gotten into you to do such stuff?

Why are you mistreating yourself like this?

What's wrong?

Talk to me, you know you can tell me everything.

but neh but all you know is bullshit.

Look me in the eyes.

Look at me. Don't give a shit. It's not important.

Me, I find you beautiful,

since the first time I saw you.

Besides, I'm always getting over it.

Moreover what will I do without you?

Moreover what will the universe do without you?

This will never work. It's impossible.

Come on you shouldn't cry! Don't cry because

it will pass I promise, it will pass.

Because we're among those who recover

among those who resist,

among those who believe in miracles;

not among those saying their corpses move

because their feet are kicking

But one day we won't think all these anymore.

we forget everything, as if it had never existed.


What do I have to do

for you to get your shit together

to wipe these shit from your eyes?

You got everything!

You got all the cards!

You got, you got everything! You're too beautiful you bastard!

You son of a bitch! You're killing me! You're killing me a lot!

Along with all the others too,

that are killing me too strongly!

I don't give a shit about the scars, me.

I'm here. I'm ready for everything.

I'm ready to go to hell, I'm carrying you on my back.

I'm taking the blows, look, I'm taking the blows

And you, you're sitting, you planted your ass down!

You refuse to get out of your cell.

But don't you see that I need you?

Don't you see that if you do nothing you serve nothing?

How much longer will this continue?

Will you stand alongside the rails

like a cow staring at the train?

Until you can't anymore or

or till they put you in a wooden box?

Stop your smirk! That smirk there is stinking failure!

Come on give me back that dad smile

but form another point of view you're right,

it's so much easier to smile,

rather than being happy.


You're asking yourself if you're

a savage beast or else a saint

But you are the one and the other

and many more things too;

you're infinitely many, the one despising

the one hurting, the one being, the one seeking

and all the others together.

Turn around

Be careless

Not all is fragile

Hear nothing from around you

Because you're sacred, because you're alive

Because the most important thing is not what you are

but what you chose to be


Do you hear us yo Blizzard? Do you hear us?

If you're hearing us, go fuck yourself.

Did you think you were going to have us huh?

Did you think we haven't seen anything?

Surprise asshole!

Do you hear us yo Shame? Do you hear us?

If you're hearing us watch out

when you're returning home alone at night,

we may decide to remake

your jaw with metal-objects;

or wash your head with lead,

what do you think?

Do you hear us yo Sadness? Do you hear us?

If you're hearing us it's because you too

you'll be packing your bags soon,

take a left one first, second one right,

then left again and go fuck your kin and kith

Congratulations! Cheers!

Do you hear us yo Death? Do you hear us?

If you're hearing us know that you don't frighten us,

you can take anything you want,

we go on all the same, you can't stop us,

and we won't leave anyone behind

we won't leave anyone to be knocked out.

It's all over!

We'll become good people you'll see!

And one day you will be proud of us.


Do you hear us yo Dignity? Do you hear us?

If you're hearing us know

we've knelt on earth and we feel sorry

we feel sorry for everything we've done to you,

but it will change!

Do you hear us yo Love? Do you hear us?

If you're hearing us you must come back

because we're ready now, it's done.

We screwed up, it's true, but then we've understood

and there we are with open hands, our heart in them,

you must take it and guide it.

Do you hear us yo Universe? Do you hear us?

If you're hearing us, wait for us, we're coming,

we'd like to understand all, know all, see all, live all,

we're looking for the door to the new world

to be able to blend in big time.

Do you hear us Yo who's waiting? Do you hear us?

If you're hearing us remember you're not alone, never!

We're too many to be a bit shaky a bit flaky.

and in our minds there's a blizzard,

like the mystics, big-hearted losers;

we must sound the alarm, to find each other again,

to rejoin, to kiss each other

to be millions of hands on million shoulders.

to repeat one more time that weariness is a crime,

that life is a heist of the century, a chili pepper whore.

Go fuck your mother yo Blizzard.

Go fuck your mother yo Blizzard.

It's all over.


Go fuck your mother yo Blizzard.

When the only thing you feel capable for

is lying down curled up and think of nothing.

Go fuck your mother yo Blizzard.

If you feel sliding down there will be hands to catch you

Go fuck your mother yo Blizzard.

Delve to come through. Stop only when everything is cleared away.

Go fuck your mother yo Blizzard.

You'll get there, you'll breathe air

and you'll realize that there's something that's changed.

Go fuck your mother yo Blizzard.

The night will be calm. No one's left behind.

Go fuck your mother yo Blizzard.

There will be aches and sorrows but we'll stand on our feet..."

"so many chances to not be alone"

My piece titled "In His Image" is a future Frankenstein story. Part of my "Anatomechnical" series which is about the overwhelming presence of the digital age and whether current and future technology will improve the human condition or rule over it. "In His Image" deals with the technology we have created turns on us & takes us over. God created man is his image so naturally man will create in his image.

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” ~

Albert Camus





I struck the board, and cry’d, No more ;

I will abroad.

What ? shall I ever sigh and pine ?

My lines and life are free ; free as the rode,

Loose as the winde, as large as store.

Shall I be still in suit ?

Have I no harvest but a thorn

To let me bloud, and not restore

What I have lost with cordiall fruit ?

Sure there was wine,

Before my sighs did drie it : there was corn

Before my tears did drown it.

Is the yeare onely lost to me ?

Have I no bayes to crown it ?

No flowers, no garlands gay ? all blasted ?

All wasted ?

Not so, my heart : but there is fruit,

And thou hast hands.

Recover all thy sigh-blown age

On double pleasures : leave thy cold dispute

Of what is fit, and not forsake thy cage,

Thy rope of sands,

Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee

Good cable, to enforce and draw,

And be thy law,

While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.

Away ; take heed :

I will abroad.

Call in thy deaths head there : tie up thy fears.

He that forbears

To suit and serve his need,

Deserves his load.

But as I rav’d and grew more fierce and wilde,

At every word,

Methought I heard one calling, Childe :

And I reply’d, My Lord.


George Herbert



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"And you, how old are you?

I asked the maple tree:

While opening one hand,

- he started blushing."

~ Georges Bonneau, Le Sensibilite Japonaise, 1935


Come a little bit closer...


(I'm heading out into the heavy rain for appointments, but will catch up with you later...HBW!)


Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn 1606 1669. Amsterdam

Man with helmet. Homme avec casque sans date.

Groningen. Groninger museum




"Le monde discerne la beauté, et, par là le laid se révèle. Le monde reconnaît le bien et, par là le mal se révèle."

Dao De Jing, le Livre de la Voie et de la Vertu

LAO TSEU (Laozi)


"The world discerns beauty, and hence the ugly is revealed. The world recognizes good and hence evil is revealed."

Dao De Jing, the Book of the Way and Virtue

LAO TSEU (Laozi)


"Tout l’art florentin depuis Giotto et tout au long du Quattrocento, possède cette stupéfiante qualité de vérité absolue, reconnue. L’effet immédiat d’un grand Giotto ou d’un Masaccio est de laisser le spectateur sans voix. Cela s’appelait autrefois la Beauté."

MARIE MAC CARTHY "Les Pierres de Florence" 1956.


"Everything Florentine art from Giotto and throughout the Quattrocento has this amazing quality of absolute truth recognized. The immediate effect of a large Giotto or Masaccio is to let the audience speechless. It s' once called Beauty. "

MARY MAC CARTHY "The Stones of Florence" 1956.


Contrairement à une idée reçue, toute nouvelle, considérée comme une évidence à notre époque, le Beau n'est pas subjectif. Non, le Beau n'est pas seulement une question de goût personnel, un arbitraire total, absolument égocentrique. Le beau n'est pas autiste, il est un partage, même si certaines de ses formes peuvent être plus accessibles à certaines personnes qu'à d'autres, à certaines cultures et pas à d'autres.

La preuve que le Beau existe est qu'il est reconnu et admis de manière unanime par les opinions publiques, et celle des spécialistes, pour des millions d' oeuvres dont les dates de création vont de - 3000 à nos jours. Le Beau est d'ailleurs reconnu, vécu comme une expérience généralement partagée, non seulement dans l'art mais dans tout le spectacle de la Nature.

Il faut laisser de côté les définitions abstraites. Les Philosophes n'ont jamais réussi à donner une définition satisfaisante et incontestable du Beau. Laissons à Platon son Idée d'un Beau transcendant impossible à atteindre. Restons à un niveau plus trivial, celui de la beauté remarquable, concrète : il n'y a absolument aucune discussion sérieuse quant à l'existence du Beau, d'une sensation commune, une émotion poétique, partagée par des millions d'hommes, depuis L'Art Paléolithique, l'Art Egyptien jusqu'à l'Art Moderne, depuis la Chine jusqu'à l'Europe et l'Amérique.

Le Beau ne se définit pas, il se ressent individuellement et collectivement. Individuellement ressenti le beau est seulement subjectif, il n'a d'importance que pour une personne, collectivement ressenti, partagé par les élites et les populations, ensemble, il s'objective. Il devient une réalité à l'échelle d'une collectivité plus ou moins large, et même jusqu'à la Terre entière. Le Beau est tout simplement un fait vérifié par l'expérience de milliers de générations d'humains sur l'ensemble de la Terre.

On peut même soutenir que des trois idées fondamentales Beau, Bien, Vrai, le Beau est la première dont nous pouvons repérer l'apparition avec certitude dans l'histoire des hommes: Parce qu'il laisse des traces que nous constatons. Quand apparait l'idée de Bien? Quand apparaît l'idée de Vrai ?

Le Beau ne se définit pas, il se ressent et il évolue en fonction du temps. Sans doute l'erreur de l'Académisme a-t-elle été de vouloir définir les règles du Beau, in abstracto, et les impressionnistes ont eu très vite raison contre lui.

Le Beau peut prendre des formes différentes selon les cultures ou les civilisations. Il est reconnu comme Beau à l'intérieur de son domaine culturel, mais aussi souvent à l'extérieur.

La peinture des lettrés chinois est très particulière, il est possible à titre individuel de ne pas l'apprécier, mais il serait faux de parler à son propos d'un Art du laid, et elle n'est pas jugée comme tel par l'épreuve du temps et de sa confrontation avec d'autres cultures comme celle occidentale.

Le Beau est tout simplement un fait vérifié par l'expérience de milliers de générations d'humains sur l'ensemble de la Terre. Le tableau de Léonard de Vinci, la Joconde (Mona Lisa) et le succès qu'il rencontre auprès des populations extrême orientales est une preuve de cette universalité du Beau.

Il existe "un sens du Beau, commun à toute l'humanité" qui est indépendant des modes, des religions et des idéologies et même des cultures. Même s'il ne faut pas négliger certaines spécificités ou variabilités tenant à telle culture ou à telle époque. Le constat global reste celui d'un partage du sentiment du beau à l'échelle universelle.

Le beau s'identifie par une intense satisfaction, un sentiment de bonheur, de joie, d'ordre sensuel ou intellectuel qui envahit la personne, c'est son point de départ subjectif . Ce point de départ subjectif qui s'objective par le partage de ce sentiment avec une foule d'autres personnes, de cultures et d'époques différentes, pour parvenir à l'émergence d'une quasi unanimité et d'une quasi universalité.

Le beau est certes un vécu subjectif en ce qu'il est ressenti individuellement, mais il s'objective par l'opinion convergente, formulée au cours du temps, par les peuples et les élites. C'est ce jugement commun des peuples et des élites, cette expérience partagée, qui objective et prouve le Beau.

Ce qui est subjectif ce sont les préférences des individus. Ce qui est subjectif c'est quand une personne préfère les fresques romanes ou l'art du gothique international à la peinture de la Renaissance Italienne.

Quand une personne préfère l'art du paysage ou la peinture de moeurs à la peinture religieuse.

Si on avait dit à Fra Angelico, à Raphaël ou à Rubens que le Beau n'existe pas et est affaire purement subjective, ils auraient haussé les épaules.

Non seulement le sentiment du Beau est un fait d'expérience, un bien commun à l'humanité, qui traverse les temps et les cultures, mais le Beau peut être ressenti alors que les idéologies qui ont inspiré les oeuvres d'art à une époque donnée, dans une région de la Terre, sont mortes en tant que croyances actives.

Il n'est pas nécessaire de croire dans les Esprits, les Dieux Egyptiens, Grecs, Hindous ou dans les Bouddhas pour apprécier la beauté de l'art des cavernes, de l'Egypte antique, de la Grèce, de l'Inde, ou de l'Asie du Sud Est.

De même, les représentations de Dieu et du monde qui sont celles des églises chrétiennes, qui ont été vivantes et profondément significatives pour les populations européennes pendant plus d'un millénaire, peuvent ne plus avoir de sens pour une très large majorité des populations de l'Europe de l'Ouest et du Nord au 21è siècle. Il reste cependant que ces populations, comme d'autres peuples dans d'autres cultures, peuvent reconnaître le Beau dans des oeuvres d'art dont les symboles ne sont plus idéologiquement significatifs pour elles, voire même leur paraissent absurdes. Les croyances changent mais le sentiment du Beau dure.

Le Beau est donc un fait constaté au travers de toute l'histoire des civilisations.

Le Beau est certes une idée, mais pendant des siècles ce n'était pas une idéologie. Et encore moins son contraire le Laid. Les multiples idéologies, le plus souvent religieuses, qui ont habité durant des millénaires l'esprit des hommes ont utilisé l'idée du beau pour soutenir leurs croyances les plus diverses et même opposées.

A partir de la seconde moitié du 20è siècle les élites idéologiques et politiques de l'Occident, athées, ont décidé d' imposer la croyance que le Beau n'existait pas, et de faire croire que le Laid est une valeur recommandable. L'art contemporain officiel en est la démonstration.

L'affirmation que le Beau n'existe pas, est purement subjectif, est une idée fausse, conçue et répandue au cours de la seconde moitié du 20è siècle pour des motifs idéologiques et économiques.

Les motifs idéologiques sont, notamment, que ce relativisme permet de justifier l'Art Laid officiel et que l'art laid est un critère de distinction entre les Eclairés et ceux qui ne le sont pas. L'homme peut en effet inventer des idéologies, des croyances, qui nient le Beau et le Bien. Cette capacité d'invention de croyances les plus diverses et contraires fait la différence entre l'homme et les animaux.

C'est une évolution mais ce n'est pas nécessairement un progrès. Ce peut être, c'est toujours, inévitablement, sous certains aspects, aussi une régression. La capacité d'inventer le Beau rencontre son contraire, celle d'inventer le Laid. Et même, comme dans l'art contemporain officiel, d'en faire une règle, une doctrine. La capacité au Bien est inséparable de celle de faire le Mal. Et la formulation de vérités ouvre toute grande la porte aux mensonges.

Outre les motifs idéologiques, cette affirmation permet aussi de fabriquer et de vendre du Laid, ce qui est une excellente affaire.




"Everything Florentine art from Giotto and throughout the Quattrocento has this amazing quality of absolute truth recognized. The immediate effect of a large Giotto or Masaccio is to let the audience speechless. It s' once called Beauty. "

MARY MAC CARTHY "The Stones of Florence" 1956.


Contrary to an accepted idea, all new, considered as obvious in our time, the Beautiful is not subjective. No, the beautiful is not only a matter of personal taste, a total arbitrary, absolutely egocentric. The beautiful is not autistic, it is a sharing, although some of its forms may be more accessible to some people than others, to some cultures and not to others.

The proof that the Beau exists is that it is recognized and unanimously accepted by the public opinion, and that of the specialists, for millions of works whose creation dates range from - 3000 to the present day. The Beautiful is recognized, lived as an experience generally shared, not only in art, but in all the spectacle of Nature

The abstract definitions must be left aside. The Philosophers have never succeeded in giving a satisfactory and incontestable definition of the Beautiful. Let us leave Plato his idea of a beautiful transcendent impossible to reach. Let's stay at a more trivial level, that of remarkable, concrete beauty : there is absolutely no serious discussion about the existence of Beau, a common sensation, a poetic emotion, shared by millions of men, from Egyptian Art to Modern Art, since China to Europe and America. The Beautiful does not define itself, it is felt individually and collectively. Individually felt the beautiful is only subjective, it only matters for a person, collectively felt, shared by the elites and the people, together, he is objectively. The Beautiful becomes a reality at the scale of a community more or less wide and even to the whole earth. The Beautiful is simply a fact verified by the experience of thousands of generations of humans on the whole Earth.

One can even argue that of the three fundamental ideas, Beautiful, Well, Truth, the Beautiful is the first of which we can spot the appearance with certainty in the history of men: Because the Beautiful leaves traces that we see. When does the idea of the Well appear? When does the idea of Truth appear?

The beautifful is not defined, it is felt and it evolves with time. No doubt the mistake of Academism has been to want to define the rules of the Beautiful, in abstracto, and the impressionists were very quickly right against him .

But there is absolutely no serious discussion about the existence of Beauty, a common sensation, a poetic émotion, shared by millions of people, since the Paleolithic art, the Egyptian Art to Modern Art, from China to Europe and America.

The Beautiful can take different forms according to cultures or civilizations. It is recognized as beautiful inside its cultural domain, but also often outside.

The painting of the Chinese scholars is very particular, it is possible individually not to appreciate it, but it would be wrong to speak about it an Art of the ugly, and it is not judged as such by the the test of time and its confrontation with other cultures like the Western one. The Beautiful is simply a fact verified by the experience of thousands of generations of humans all over the Earth. The painting of Leonardo da Vinci, the Mona Lisa (Mona Lisa) and the success met among the populations of the Far East testify to this universality of the Beautiful.

There is "a sense of beauty, common to all mankind" which is independent of modes, religions and ideologies and even cultures. Even though certain specificities or variability should not be neglected in relation to such a culture or at that time. The overall observation remains that of a sharing of the feeling of beauty on a universal scale.

The beauty is identified by an intense satisfaction, a feeling of happiness, of joy, of sensual or intellectual order that invades the person, it is his subjective starting point. This subjective starting point becomes objective by sharing this sentiment with a multitude of other people, cultures and different eras, in order to achieve the emergence of almost unanimity and almost universality.

The beauty is certainly a subjective experience in that it is felt individually, but it is objective by the convergent opinion, formulated in the course of time, by the peoples and the elites. It is this common judgement of peoples and elites, this shared experience, which objective and proves the beautiful.


What is subjective what are the preferences of individuals. What is subjective is when a person prefers Romanesque frescoes or the art of international Gothic painting of the Italian Renaissance. When a person prefers the art of the landscape or the painting of morals to religious painting.

If someone had told to Fra Angelico, Raphaël or Rubens that beauty does not exist and is purely subjective matter, they would have shrugged.

The Beautiful is certainly a subjective, individually felt, but it is objectified by the synthesis of the multiple opinions of peoples and their elites.

Not only is the feeling of the Beautiful a fact of experience, a common heritage of humanity, which passes through times and cultures, but the Beautiful can be felt while the ideologies that inspired the works of art at a certain time, in a region of the Earth, have died as active beliefs.

There is no need to believe in spirits, in the Gods of the Egyptians, Greeks, Hindus or in the Buddhas for to appreciate the beauty of the cave art, or of the ancient Egypt, the Greece, of the India, or of South East Asia. Similarly, the representations of God and of the world, which are those of the Christian churches, which have been alive and profoundly meaningful to European populations for more than a millennium, may no longer make sense for a very large majority of the Western and Northern of the Europe in the 21st century. However, these populations, like other peoples in other cultures, can recognize the Beautiful in works of art whose the symbols are no longer ideologically significant for them, or even appear absurd to them. The beliefs change but the feeling of the Beautiful lasts.

The beautiful is therefore a fact of experience found throughout the history of civilizations.

The beautiful is certainly an idea, but for centuries it was not an ideology. And even less its opposite the Ugly. The multiple ideologies, most often religious, that have inhabited men's minds for thousands of years have used the idea of the beautiful to support their beliefs the most diverse and even opposite.

The assertion that Beauty does not exist, is purely subjective, is a false idea, conceived and spread in the second half of the 20th century for ideological and economic reasons. Man can indeed invent ideologies, beliefs, who deny the Beautiful and the Good. This capacity for invention of the most diverse and contrary beliefs makes the difference between man and animals.

It is an evolution but it is not necessarily a progress. It may be, it is always, inevitably, in some aspects, also a regression. The ability to invent the beautiful meets its opposite, that of inventing the Ugly. And even, as in official contemporary art, to make it a rule, a doctrine. The capacity for good is inseparable from that of doing evil. And the formulation of truths opens the door wide to lies.

The ideological motives are that this relativism makes it possible to justify the ugly art, the academic art , and that the ugly Art is a criterion of distinction between the Enlightened and those who are not.

In addition to the ideological motives, this statement also makes it possible to manufacture and sell the Laid, which is an excellent deal.


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I actually built this "wall" lol for this shot, been on my list of shots that I wanted to do and Dasher tried very hard to model nicely for me. I did a colour version but the black and white just does it for me. Who's a cute widdle dog eh! :)


Hope you are having a great weekend and for all the Aussies a LONGGG weekend ;) Car xx


ps Dasher has been invited to be the icon for he is very pleased with his new job :)


Today's Carsounds - If today was your last day


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This is "Mrs. P", a Barred Owl at the Fall Owl Fest in Apopka ~


Mrs. P is named in honor of a wonderful Barred Owl named Mr. Picklesimer who was with ARC for over 25 years, but sadly passed away in December of 2009 at the age of 28. Like Mrs. P, he had come to ARC as an adult at the age of 3.


Anyone remember watching the television show by this name?

My girl friend and I would watch it every week... great fond memories :)



Hootenanny ~




Hootenanny is an American musical variety television show broadcast on ABC from April 1963 to September 1964. The program was hosted by Jack Linkletter. It primarily featured pop-oriented folk music acts, including The Journeymen, The Limeliters, the Chad Mitchell Trio, The New Christy Minstrels, The Brothers Four, Ian & Sylvia, The Big 3, Hoyt Axton, Judy Collins, Johnny Cash, The Carter Family, Flatt & Scruggs and the Foggy Mountain Boys, The Tarriers, Bud & Travis, and the Smothers Brothers. Although both popular and influential, the program is primarily remembered today for the controversy created when the producers blacklisted certain folk music acts, which then led to a boycott by others.


Hootenanny is also an Appalachian colloquialism that was used in early twentieth century America as a placeholder name to refer to things whose names were forgotten or unknown. In this usage it was synonymous with thingamajig or whatchamacallit, as in "hand me that hootenanny." Hootenanny was also an old country word for "party". Nowadays the word most commonly refers to a folk-music party with an open mic, at which different performers are welcome to get up and play in front of an audience.


"Hootenanny" was also used by the leadership of early firefighting battalions to describe a "meeting of the minds" of higher ups or various department heads. The term has trickled down to working companies and is now used, with some frequency, at working incidents and other circumstances that require a focused discussion between key individuals. Most recently it was adopted for use during the annual Fire Department Instructors Conference. Logistics professionals for the conference employ the word to call together the required personnel needed to accomplish the prodigious assignments placed on them.


According to Pete Seeger, in various interviews, he first heard the word hootenanny in Seattle, Washington in the late 1930s. It was used by Hugh DeLacy’s New Deal political club to describe their monthly music fund raisers. After some debate the club voted in the word hootenanny, which narrowly beat out the word wingding. Seeger, Woody Guthrie and other members of the Almanac Singers later used the word in New York City to describe their weekly rent parties, which featured many notable folksingers of the time. In a 1962 interview in Time, Joan Baez made the analogy that a hootenanny is to folk singing what a jam session is to jazz.


During the early 1960s at the height of the Folk Music era, the club The Bitter End at 147 Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village had hootenannies every Tuesday night, that featured an open mic and welcomed performers known and unknown, young and old.


The Hootenanny is an annual one-day rockabilly music festival held at the Oak Canyon Ranch in Irvine, California, which also incorporates a vintage car show.

For years there have been online Hootenannys. The most long-standing example is Small Talk At The Wall, which has been going since 1999.


"Angel visits," a phrase defined by Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable as "delightful intercourse of short duration and rare occurrence," is what I learned on page 221 of The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion (2006). It received a National Book Award and portrays dealing with with the loss, grief, bereavement, and personal terror after death eliminates life's partner of marriage and raising your child.

"I can't think of a book we need more than hers....I can't imagine dying without this book." John Leonard, The New York Review of Books

"Love won't bring me down"


Dealing with highs and lows.

Under the "famous" maple tree.


Exhibited - Observations, Market Street Art Center, Lockport, NY, 2011.


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"It's asking a great deal that things should appeal to your reason as well as your sense of aesthetic."


~W.Somerset Of Human Bondage

".....'Cause you're the best mistake I've ever made

But we hold on, hold on

There's no pot of gold in the rainbows we chase

But we hold on, hold on...."




Blogpost : Playing with the hand that we have a deal...




The sword of God's truth!

(Arthur Pink, "Faithfulness")


"Their speech is filled with flattery." Psalm 5:9


This is the identifying mark of the "hireling," the false pastor. He aims at pleasing his hearers, making them feel satisfied with themselves, ever patting them on the back.


"But he who has My Word--let him speak My Word faithfully" (Jeremiah 23:28)--no matter how unpalatable it may be to the flesh, how much of a weariness to those who wish to have their ears tickled with novelties, or how loud the outcry against it is!


Ministerial faithfulness includes . . .

loyalty to his Master,

devotion to His interests,

steadfast adherence to the preaching of His Word,

dispensing the truth unto those whose souls are committed to Him,

not mixing it with his speculations, much less substituting false doctrine.


A far higher motive than the pleasing of his hearers must actuate and regulate ministerial service.


Faithful preaching will render the minister unpopular, and will empty churches--not fill them!


"Then you will know the truth--and the truth will set you free." (John 8:32) Souls are caught fast in the meshes of Satan's lies--and nothing but the sword of God's truth can cut them free!


"A faithful man--who can find?" (Proverbs 20:6). Why is this? Because it is the part of fallen human nature to take the line of least resistance, and choose the path easiest to the flesh. But remember, my reader, whoever you are, that, "Lying lips are abomination to the Lord--but those who deal faithfully are His delight." (Proverbs 12:22)


"Be faithful unto death--and I will give you a crown of life!" (Revelation 2:10)


"I don't want to be your friend

I just want to be your lover

No matter how it ends

No matter how it starts


Forget about your house of cards

And I'll deal mine

Forget about your house of cards

And I'll deal mine


Fall off the table,

Get swept under

Denial, denial..."♪

..."House of Cards" Radiohead


With Kinako Kocteau


View On Black

Rainbow Lorikeet has made its way right out to the very end of this Umbrella Tree branch in a search for some nice fruit. Just trying to keep my end of the "deal" here David :-) .

The first "real" winter shot of the season. Up until a couple of weeks ago, the ice you see in this photo was not present. I expect the ice to thicken quite a bit over the coming weeks.


I had some issues with flare when I shot this (and a few others), but I dealt with most of it except one small spot. I hope it's not too disturbing.


Thanks for looking!


- Anders

"I like how I feel........I know this is real......and you know the's how I feel.........Good Vibrations." - Kerri Chandler & Roy Ayers

The Metéora (Greek: Μετέωρα, "suspended rocks", "suspended in the air" or "in the heavens above") is one of the largest and most important complexes of Eastern Orthodox monasteries in Greece, second only to Mount Athos. The six monasteries are built on natural sandstone rock pillars, at the northwestern edge of the Plain of Thessaly near the Pineios river and Pindus Mountains, in central Greece.


… a low mist was the kind of weather I had hoped for even before we set off for that surreal place. But after having spent 4 afternoons and 4 mornings at the same chosen spot, having to deal with light but annoying showers for the most part, after witnessing rainbows materialize in all the wrong spots (over my companion's head), after watching a wonderful cloud formation changing colors over the wrong spot (the road), I went to bed on our last night there having already put this place in my “to re-visit” list and I would have gladly stayed in bed on the following morning, dreaming about this shot rather than be mocked by the weather once again. Fortunately my companion wasn’t ready to give up and it was on that fifth morning that the rising sun worked its magic and created the low mist I was hoping for.


Meteora, Greece

November 2010

"Captain Bligh sailed by in 1789

Too blinded by his rage to see these golden shores"

Graeme Connors....perhaps am taking a liberty here as sailed by a good deal north and east of this location..


Early one morning after throwing my swag in the sanddunes

Quite safe with all the early morning fisher people about

Woke to such a magic morning on the glittery Gold Coast took this multiple stitch pano, the skyscrapers of Surfers Paradise can be seen to the far right of this stitch...thank you for viewing...:)


Have to spin quickly to photograph these images for a stitch so as the waves are still in the sand and surf early mornings.


"Start each day by affirming peaceful, contented and happy attitudes and your days will tend to be pleasant and successful.” ~ Norman Vincent Peale


Explored Sept 20, 2012


Another shot from our morning outing to Two Jack Lake in Banff National Park....not a spectacular sunrise, but it was calm, peaceful, and so still. A great way to start the of my contacts recently asked if we ever sleep in when we're on vacation....not a chance; in fact, we are probably some of the few people that are up and looking for a new adventure even earlier than we get up on a normal day :-) Busy the last couple of days dealing with a hard drive that was in the process of dying; got everything backed up and a new drive installed, so keeping my fingers crossed that the problem is fixed. Will catch up with everyone soon; thanks for all your visits and comments!!!


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Location: Port Dickson, Seremban


"..Landscape photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory.." - Henri Cartier-Bresson


shot taken as the sunset was vanishing behind the heavy clouds..together with

Vedd and Firdaus on an inpromptu outing :)


this vertorama involved only 2 exposures. no tonemapped HDR.

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"Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened."

-Thomas Hardy


This image stems from the idea of the ambiguity of visiting and where to draw the line between host and guest and who is really visiting who....


(Greetings my tenacious flickrinos,


As always, I appreciate your visit especially after I've been away for so long. This shot came into being from the family's latest trip to Sun Peaks in British Columbia for skiing and speed and fun. Once again, we had a delightful time - the snow and weather were most cooperative and everyone enjoyed the break.


I've been working on an image that requires sea urchins. This shot has been in the works for almost a year now and when I finally finish it I suspect it will be most anti-climactic *sigh* - such is the usual way with these long term projects. Anyway, I went to the Seattle aquarium in an attempt to get more urchins shot but they seemed to be a bit camera-shy this time and so I was stymied once again. But.... they have this exhibit called the jelly dough-nut - an eight-foot high plexiglass ring that is about 24 inches wide with a very gentle current rotating thru carrying all of these jellyfish around the doughnut. So, instead of urchins, I spent about an hour shooting these wonderfully calming jellies as they lesurely make their way around. The jellies were beautiful when shot in the IR and so I started thinking how I could use them. (I'll up load a few jelly shots cuz they are just too cool!)


While skiing, like always, I kept my eye open for places that might make a good backgrounds or just nice images. This snowy background was taken one afternoon with Sasha and Zoe as we skied down a run called The Other Way. That particular run should only have taken us about 5 minutes to get down but we stopped for photos - we stopped a lot and I had lots of fun (and they were very understanding and patient with me... :)) and we ended up taking almost an hour. It really was a very special afternoon.


So, see what you think - Cheers, my friends. I will always be


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"Kingbirds sometimes catch small frogs, treating them the same way they deal with large insects: beating them against a perch and swallowing them whole. Eastern Kingbirds apparently rely almost completely on insects and fruit for moisture; they are rarely seen drinking water." Cornell


"I have a great deal of company in the house, especially in the morning when nobody calls." ~Henry David Thoreau


Another shot of Cinque Terre. Probably one of my favorite places on earth. This shot was off a Canon point and shoot. Can't wait to go back there with my D-SLR. :) Have a lovely weekend my friends. (Textures used were from


It's much better on black...


Seen on Explore Front Page 12/6/08!

"Can you tell me please, which way I ought to walk form here?"


"That depends a great deal on where you want to get to."


"Well I don't much care where."


"Then it doesn't really matter which way you walk then."


"So long as I get somewhere...."


"You're sure to do so if only you walk long enough."

"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." ~ Henri Cartier Bresson, French photographer (1908-2004).

"That" Maple tree in the gardens in her full Fall splendor. There was a small line of photographers queuing up for this spot, so we had to share. I made three trips up to these gardens within the span of two weeks to try and hit the colors. It is always fun to watch the color shift around the garden because not everything hits its peak at the same time. This tree tends to run a bit later than all the other Japanese Maples in the garden, and the color lasts only about a week, so the window of opportunity is a fairly slim one. And now for Winter! I would encourage people to continue to visit the gardens in the winter, as there are still a great deal of shots to be taken. A particularly good time of year for black and white.


Nikon FM2n with my Nikkor 24mm 2.8 lens wide open for shallow DoF and Fuji Velvia 50 slide film.


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Winners spread cheer while losers shout, "Shut up and deal!"

Spread some cheer today friends.

Happy Birthday, sis (grammytay) are golden and truly the "real deal"!


Lewisville, Arkansas

A Purple Sandpiper landing on rocks. The Atlantic Ocean, Deal, New Jersey

The seaweed covered piling and rock, in the background, comprise an L for "LANDING" !

(Canon 400mm 1/500 @ f8.)

"The unfurling"


We've had a really beautiful late summer in Portland. Sunny skies, high temperatures in the high 70s and low 80s. It's pretty great get-outside weather.


But, just yesterday, I began to notice something terrifying: The leaves are beginning to fall. In my neighborhood, this is a big deal. We have an oak right next to our house that, left unfettered, is capable of burying our house in a leaf avalanche. And it's not the only big tree around. Add in the rest of the neighbor's trees, and autumn is a season abuzz with the sound of foliage warfare.


Luckily it's not all gas-powered leaf blowers at 6 am and frost warnings. The warming of the leaves makes up for the cooling of the air. Morning walks in our neighborhood become particularly pleasant as the requisite Japanese maple in everyone's front yard begins to turn bright red. The tulip trees turn bright yellow in response. And then there's the impeccably manicured Portland Japanese Garden right up the road, where photographers line up to get a shot of this tree in particular.


So welcome, fall, it's nice to see you again. I'm looking forward to photographing the fall foliage. But please don't bury me in it.


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Station attendants deal with a disruptive passenger on the ATW 16.50 Manchester - Llandudno (1D31) service with class 67 no. 67001 in charge.


Meantime the driver looks on probably wondering whether she'll be able to make up time.....the answer was no as it happens, already 17 minutes down on arrival at WBQ a further 7 minutes were lost dealing withe the "incident", and eventual arrival in Llandudno was 24 minutes late.


16th February 2015

A Master of Stockem" is mentioned for the first time in 1172 in a document. Even then a castle which deals, nevertheless, nothing with the today's arrangement seems to have existed.


As a centre of the rule Stockem the today's castle found out her oldest known mention in the middle of the 14th century. In the course of the centuries rebuildings and renovations occurred several times.


About 1600 the whole arrangement had completely disintegrated. In 1778 a fire destroyed the precastle nearly completely.


In her present form the arrangement comes predominantly from the 18th and 19th century.


The gate construction comes from the 18th century, while the eastern tower comes from the 19th century.


The mansion was anew established in 1805 by a member of the family Vercken from whose possession the arrangement passed over the family Grand Ry.


The castle is listed since 1986. The donjon of the castle resident today pieces of art of the Christian's Silvain endowment.

Schimmig gebeuren...


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week 22 - 2013, "Texturen/Lagen" van De Doka.



"...All That You Touch

All That You See

All That You Taste

All You Feel


All That You Love

All That You Hate

All You Distrust

All You Save


All That You Give

All That You Deal

All That You Buy

Beg, Borrow Or Steal


All You Create

All You Destroy

All That You Do

All That You Say


All That You Eat

Everyone You Meet

All That You Slight

Everyone You Fight


All That Is Now

All That Is Gone

All That's To Come


And Everything Under The Sun Is In Tune

But The Sun Is Eclipsed By The Moon..."


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