sueños de vida

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pigmenting:


 Budi Satria Kwan, Starfield
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skeptv:

Namibian Nights

via ikenbot:

Namibia has some of the darkest nights visible from any continent. It is therefore home to some of the more spectacular skyscapes, a few of which have been captured in the above time-lapse video.

Video Credit & Copyright: Marsel van Oosten; Music: Simon Wilkinson

Visible at the movie start are unusual quiver trees perched before a deep starfield highlighted by the central band of our Milky Way Galaxy. This bright band of stars and gas appears to pivot around the celestial south pole as our Earth rotates.

The remains of camel thorn trees are then seen against a sky that includes a fuzzy patch on the far right that is the Large Magellanic Cloud, a small satellite galaxy to the Milky Way. A bright sunlight-reflecting satellite passes quickly overhead. Quiver trees appear again, now showing their unusual trunks, while the Small Magellanic Cloud becomes clearly visible in the background.

Artificial lights illuminate a mist that surround camel thorn trees in Deadvlei. In the final sequence, natural Namibian stone arches are captured against the advancing shadows of the setting moon. This video incorporates over 16,000 images shot over two years, and won top honors among the 2012 Travel Photographer of the Year awards.

(Source: apod.nasa.gov)

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Caged

Parakeets and fish don’t belong in cages.
We place them here as spectacles of life
To gaze upon their beauty and grace,
Captivated, captivating.
The whole of life, a spectacle
We categorize, separate
Disciplines, pieces
Turning a vast and beautiful whole
Into something fragmented, disjointed
We imprison ourselves in a culture that
Cultivates crevasses
Clipped our children’s wings, don’t fly away,
Dear. Right here is all there is for you.
Words of discouragement
Imprison minds.
I will let the caged bird
Sing, little one, spread your wings.
Here is not
All there is
Out there, everywhere is life and love.
Sing, parakeet, canta su cancion.
Siempre, hay mas.

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troythulu:

“Aishwarya Prime”

troythulu:

“Aishwarya Prime”

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We want to stand upon our own feet and look fair and square at the world — its good facts, its bad facts, its beauties, and its ugliness; see the world as it is and be not afraid of it. Conquer the world by intelligence and not merely by being slavishly subdued by the terror that comes from it. The whole conception of God is a conception derived from the ancient Oriental despotisms. It is a conception quite unworthy of free men. When you hear people in church debasing themselves and saying that they are miserable sinners, and all the rest of it, it seems contemptible and not worthy of self-respecting human beings. We ought to stand up and look the world frankly in the face. We ought to make the best we can of the world, and if it is not so good as we wish, after all it will still be better than what these others have made of it in all these ages. A good world needs knowledge, kindliness, and courage; it does not need a regretful hankering after the past or a fettering of the free intelligence by the words uttered long ago by ignorant men. It needs a fearless outlook and a free intelligence. It needs hope for the future, not looking back all the time toward a past that is dead, which we trust will be far surpassed by the future that our intelligence can create. Bertrand Russell, Why I Am Not A Christian (via philphys)

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