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Tawny Owl
Yesterday I went bird hunting together with Dennis Rademaker whom I met a month ago at the Veluwe.
Luck was on our side when we started off at the Oostvaardersplassen, a Nature Reserve in the centre of Holland. Upon arrival we were greeted by the most co-operative Buzzard I've ever met! Totally at ease and undisturbed, he even caught 3 mice while we were standing right next to him!
Next we got tipped off on the location of a Tawny Owl up north in the Netherlands and went looking for it. Guess it was a pretty wild idea to go driving 100 miles just on a vague description, but the fact that you are now looking at it, obviously means we found it :-)
Ended the day at the Veluwe to see the Red Deer, which completed a fantastic day.
Marine Turtle in Moorea, French Polynesia
Marine Turtle in Moorea's Lagoon. Shot with an Olympus 5050 in a waterproof case - no flash
martes
campanario
El sonido sacudiendo el silencio, llenandolo como ondas en el agua con tiempo, dramas y tragedias del mundo griego
sacred fire
Uploaded by glassysound on 22 Jun 09, 11.08AM COT.
lunes
The mushroom Amanita muscaria (fly agaric) in Glen Affric, Scotland
The mushroom Amanita muscaria (fly agaric) in Glen Affric, Scotland
Originally uploaded by David & Cheryl M
patience
this is a venus flytrap with its "mouth" open patiently waiting for an unsuspecting fly to be its lunch
Sarracenia flower without its petals
the flowers are for pollenation, mostly by bees.
one of the cooler flowers to me
sábado
Dancing tulips
jueves
enter at your own risk
what a way to go.....
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Flowing Abstract Acrylic Painting
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From Candles To Stars
Again one of the shots taken on blind just putting camera in my hand somehow to take a shot.
to KNOW by Browning
to KNOW, | |
Rather consists in opening out a way | |
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, | 10 |
Than in effecting entry for a light | |
Supposed to be without. |
BAT BOY
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Ban Sabai riverside bungalow
This photo was taken on the rooftop of a hotel next to our Ban Sabai bungalows. The building with the thatched roof is the Xayoh Riverside Café. A place where we spend our all our breakfasts. Such a lovely way to start the day. A beautiful view of the mist covered limestone mountains and watch laughing children play in the river.
Vang Vieng is een plaats met ruim 25.000 inwoners in de provincie Vientiane, 160 km ten noorden van de stad Vientiane. Het ligt aan een bocht op de oostbank van de rivier Nam Song, die uitmondt in de Lik. Het is een dorp waar de tijd had stil gestaan maar langzamerhand door meer toeristen ontdekt. Belangrijke bezienswaardigheid zijn de vele grotten in de karstheuvels van de westbank. Ook zijn er in de omgeving van Vang Vieng enkele 16e en 17e eeuwse tempels. In het district wonen Hmong stammen. Vang Vieng ligt aan de belangrijke route tussen Vientiane en Luang Prabang.
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Umbrella for sun or rain
Xieng Khuan is a Buddha park located 25 km southeast from Vientiane, Laos in a meadow by the Mekong River. It may be referred to as Wat Xieng Khuan The name Xieng Khuan means Spirit City. The park was built by Luang Pu (Venerable Grandfather) Bunleua Sulilat. Luang Pu Bunleua Sulilat was a priest-shaman who integrated Hinduism and Buddhism. At the top, there is a vantage point where the entire park is visible. An enormous 40 m high reclining Buddha, is also a park attraction. The reclining posture may represent the Buddha resting or sleeping, but more usually represents the mahāparinabbāna: the Buddha's final state of enlightenment before his death.
Their lifestyle is shaped so as to support their spiritual practice, to live a simple and meditative life. Photo taken at Buddha Park, also known as Wat Xieng Khuan 25 km southeast from Vientiane. Buddhist monks passing the enormous reclining Buddha; the Buddha's final state of enlightenment.
Een groot deel van de Laostiaase bevolking, zo’n 60% is boeddhist. Men hangt het zogenaamde Teravada-boeddhisme. In het Theravada wordt meditatie benadrukt als een essentieel onderdeel van het pad naar verlichting, samen met moreel gedrag en wijsheid. Het brengen van een einde aan het lijden is het hoofddoel van het Theravada boeddhisme. De Boeddha legde verder een zeer gedetailleerde gedragscode voor de Monniken neer: de Vinaya. Over het algemeen worden monniken door de Boeddha aangemoedigd om wereldse aangelegenheden en passies achter zich te laten, zodat zij gemakkelijker in staat zijn een staat van vrede en wijsheid te bereiken, en sterke ongezonde emoties zoals haat, verlangen en lust te overwinnen. Een Monnik zoals hierboven in z'n oranje gewaad, kaalgeschoren en met sandalen aan de voeten is niet meer weg te denken uit het straatbeeld van Laos.
Er wordt van iedere jongeman verwacht, dat zij een poosje (van een week tot enkele maanden) als monnik leven. Zo tussen hun schooltijd en hun werkende leven in. Het wordt beschouwd als een overgangsrite en zij verwerven op die wijze aanzien voor zichzelf en hun familie.
La virgen
i send to you a nice instant in low
i captured it in the obscure lens of death
for ever image of Eva holding her son´s breath
for ever dreams of our conscious sleeping self
the eternal virgen
She crys,
She talks in secret
She stands alone
along the marble of the graves
she hears in the silence the murmuring dreams
of person for long time gone
Grey and white the virgen for ever cry
in an instant the lady dreams she is dead
she is eternal and the dead person she is
A book that for ever reads and writes
and are the letters of time, the letter of dreams
the silent letter of times , the murmuring letter of a sunrise
towering and divergencing beams
standing leaves
up and down
electric waves
glassy sounds are its blades
and up and down vibrates
upon eternity town she waits
A realm of colors through these feathers
Thaadi Arangu
View On Black
Someday all the paths we walk will be erased in the tides of time
serán olvidados en la marea del tiempo
domingo
LUSINE
eff McIlwain has been producing his visceral, melodic strain of abstract electronic music as Lusine for 10 years now. Originally a Texas native, Jeff attended CalArts in 1998, studying 20th-century electronic music and sound design for music and film. Soon after, he met Shad Scott and put out his self-titled debut as Lusine for Isophlux. Since then, McIlwain relocated to Seattle and began steadily releasing his music on Ghostly International (home to 2004’s landmark Serial Hodgepodge as well as its successful followup remix album Podgelism), Hymen, and U-Cover. McIlwain has also contributed tracks to various compilations and remix releases on Mute, !K7, Kompakt, Asthmatic Kitty, and Shitkatapult. His Language Barrier full-length on Hymen Records
was something of a departure, as McIlwain focused less on jagged rhythmic detail and more on the layers of ambience that lay beneath the percussion of his previous releases.
McIlwain has performed throughout the US and abroad, including a set at London’s esteemed Fabric nightclub, and an ambient multimedia performance at Seattle’s Triple Door in which he collaborated with video artist Scott Sunn. McIlwain has recently been involved in two film projects, co-scoring David Gordon Green’s 2008 film Snow Angels (with Kate Beckinsale and Sam Rockwell), and scoring Kevin Bray’s 2009 film Linewatch (with Cuba Gooding Jr. and Omari Hardwick). McIlwain’s much-anticipated latest album, A Certain Distance, will be released on Ghostly International in 2009.
sábado
La red infinita
El tiempo la ha afinado y ahora en sus hilos eléctricos vibra el universo
Red de tiempo virtual,
Red de sonidos
Red de ecos y del verso
Red de ruidos y olores
Red de palabras y colores
Red del mundo inverso
Red de ritmos y geometrías que coexisten y resuenan en diversos tiempos
Red de las noches y los días
Redes simultáneamente sucediendo en diferentes estados de la vida
Redes dentro de redes hechas a su vez de redes
Invisibles se conectan y en sus corredores y cámara se hace visible la música del tiempo
Suenan las cuerdas del universo
Suenan los pasos de la humanidad,
Suenan los versos
Suenan Himnos, rituales, palabras mágicas,
Suenan poemas, sermones populares, cultos y encantaciones.
Suenan triunfos y ruidosas batallas
Suena la voz de desdichada y la alegre
En diferentes escalas suenan
Sueñan y vibran eléctricas como olas
la voz del filosofo y el pueblo
La voz del arquetipo de las cosas
la voz del pastor y la del hacedor de mitologías
la voz del cura, el poeta y el científico.
Se dibujan sus ardientes y frescas ondas en el mágico silencio de las rosas
Sus pétalos se despliegan
y en una música cósmica los hilos de tiempo suenan
Suenan
sueñan
Giran silenciosas
vibran
suenan
quedan
Sopla un sutil viento,
y tejen y encanta el mágico instrumento
y las aventuras de la imaginación comienza ha navegar en orbes raros como espejos
la tecnología ha emulado sus reflejos
La tecnología ha copiado y simplificado las cosas en un red de tiempos que existen simultáneos como un sueños.
La tecnología ha descifrado la estructura del tiempo en su fino lente.
Yo soy el amo de la vibración latente
Todo el conocimiento esta aquí a mi mano
Y Al movimiento de mi dedo, sabré cualquier detalle de la trama del tiempo
Y al movimiento de mi voluntad, estaré en cualquier parte del espacio virtual.
viernes
domingo
A time, times and half a time... By JaMes JoYcE
STEPHEN: Here's another for you. (HE FROWNS) The reason is because the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which ... THE CAP: Which? Finish. You can't. STEPHEN: (WITH AN EFFORT) Interval which. Is the greatest possible ellipse. Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which. THE CAP: Which? (OUTSIDE THE GRAMOPHONE BEGINS TO BLARE The Holy City.) STEPHEN: (ABRUPTLY) What went forth to the ends of the world to traverse not itself, God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Wait a moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow's noise in the street. Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. ECCO!
viernes
DJ SEBO K
El sello de Berlín MOBILEE es más que todo asociado con Minimal, pero un impulso house se ha movido profundo con voces sensuales y ritmos lógicos, susurrante en las sombras. La secreta arma del sello es el DJ y productor Sebo K. El dj aleman crea atmósferas ágiles y profundas, con súbitos cambios que se desheacen en rítmos relajados como un sueño. Él es Responsable de grandiosas canciones como “Moved” (feat. Prosumer on vocals), una mezcla de Gummihz´s “Isolate” y Rancho Relaxo’ . Sebo K es residente el club del rio Watergate, donde la mezcla fue gravada en Enero 2007.
Con el lanzamiento del Watergate Sebo K a buscado crear un ritmo melódico con mezclas de techno y house grooves. Comenzando con la introducción “DROP”, la mezcla se mueve rápidamente de un estado atmosférico y sus ritmos se mueven ágiles y profundos, hacia un Deep house, con voces que agitan y se corresponden con lós eléctricos ritmos que sacuden las profundidades del cosmos hasta la misma piel. Vemos mucho del sonido Alemán y Europeo en general, Sebo ha tomado los afilados cortes de Mertyn, RNDM y JE Davu, creando versiones únicas de los tracks que corresponden la vibración de la mezcla.
jueves
lunes
Vultures by John Mayer
Ha colaborado en el último album de Alicia Keys «As I am
» con la la canción «Lesson Learned» compuesta por el mismo.
Entre sus últimos trabajos se encuentra la realización la banda sonora de la pelicula «The Bucket List» o «Ahora o nunca» con el tema «Say» y su último disco Battle Studies.
"I Don't Trust Myself (With Loving You)"
No I'm not the man I used to be lately
See you met me at an interesting time
If my past is any sign of your future
You should be warned before I let you inside
Hold on to whatever you find baby
Hold on to whatever will get you through
Hold on to whatever you find baby
I don't trust myself with loving you
I will beg my way into your garden
I will break my way out when it rains
Just to get back to the place where I started
So I can want you back all over again
Hold on to whatever you find baby
Hold on to whatever will get you through
Hold on to whatever you find baby
I don't trust myself with loving you
Who do you love?
Girl I see through, through your love
Who do you love me or the thought of me? me or the thought of me?
Hold on to whatever you find baby
Hold on to whatever will get you through
Hold on to whatever you find baby
I don't trust myself with loving you
Hold on to whatever you find baby
Hold on to whatever gets you through through
Hold on to whatever you find baby
I don't trust myself with loving you
I don't trust myself with loving you
I don't trust myself with loving you
I don't trust myself with loving you
Ever remembers changing their mind from
The paint on a sign?
Is there anyone who really recalls
Ever breaking rank at all
For something someone yelled real loud one time
Everyone believes
In how they think it ought to be
Everyone believes
And they're not going easily
Belief is a beautiful armor
But makes for the heaviest sword
Like punching underwater
You can neer hit who you're trying for
Some need the exhibition
And some have to know they tried
It's the chemical weapon
For the war that's raging on inside
Everyone believes
From emptiness to everything
Everyone believes
And no one's going quietly
We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna to stop the war
We're never going to beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for
We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna to stop the war
We're never going to beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for
Is there anyone who can remember
Ever surrender, with their life on the line.
We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna to stop the war
We're never going to beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for
We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna to stop the war
We're never going to beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for
What puts a hundred thousand children in the sand?
Belief can
Belief can
What puts the folded flag inside his mother's hand?
Belief can
Belief can
domingo
Follow me by Uncle Kracker
You don't know why, you can't turn around and say good-bye
all you know is when i'm with you I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singing....
Follow me
Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
I'm not worried 'bout the ring you wear
Cause as long as no one knows
Then nobody can care
You're feelin' guilty
And I'm well aware
But you don't look ashamed
And baby I'm not scared
I'm singing...
Follow me
Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
Won't give you money
I can't give you the sky
You're better off if you don't ask why
I'm not the reason that you go astray and
We'll be alright if you don't ask me to stay
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
You don't know how you met me
You don't know why, you can't turn around and say good-bye
all you know is when I'm with you I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singing....
Follow me
Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
I'm singing
Follow me
Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
I'm singing
Follow me
Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
martes
La imagen del lenguaje
En sus hojas vibraciones son reflejos
Se encienden y disuelve como el fuego
Se combinan y reforman como tiempo
Muerte y vida se despliegan en la rosa
Se inscribe un místico lenguaje en las cosas
Es el límite del arte y sus infinitas formas
jueves
El encanto de wonderland
El fotógrafo londinense Tim Walker es considerado por unos el más innovador fotógrafo de estilos. Creando atmosferas disparatadas y mágicas.Un mundo de maravilla, donde cualquier cosa puede estar pasando,
buscar dar escape y abrir una ventana hacia mágico. Así se materializa en sus fotografías mundos que ya ha creado la literatura de Lewis caroll, Stevenson, Dickens, etc y directores como Tim Burton con sus excéntricos personajes. Nos dice
que el punto de la fotografía es tocar y conmover a las personas y perpetuar la humana idea de la belleza.Veremos es sus imágenes ; Camas colgando de la rama de un árbol gigantesco, gatos de colores que se confunde con los arbustos en flores. Un encendido campamento
en el medio de una antigua biblioteca, un velero en medio de la biblioteca, una elega
nte señora montando un caballo blanco en medio de un salón victoriano, pálidas luces, vibrante
s colores y ondulantes formas que irradian un simbolismo sobrenatural. Las curvas de la belleza y las onda
s de la moda definiendo el contorno de las cosas, la imaginación hecha vida en un ambiente y una fabula de trajes que se despliegan como un amanecer y arden sensuales y siniestros como
una tarde de sangre y fuego.Todas las figuras parecieran estar al límite de las cosas y del pensamiento, muy al estilo de Chesterton ; si retrata un árbol, es un árbol habitados por espíritus en formas de trajes de elegantes colores, sus personajes parecen destacarse excéntricos e incomprensibles sobre un horizonte de fantasíaque todo lo traducen a su propio lenguaje de sueños. Realidad yfantasía se han mezclado, el sentido común y lo absurdo, son la esencia de su estilo del cual podemos decir como Stevenson sentió , es el fundamento del arte “una red, o un modelo, al tiempo sensual y lógico, una elegante y cargadatextura” visiones alternas de la vida, donde se tocan los términos del Mundo.