Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly.
He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
And maybe those three somebodies should then allow a fourth somebody to leap in the pile, with no expectation of that fourth somebody doing anything more productive than making dinner while leaves were being raked.
I can’t see anything, I have the blinds drawn cuz it it dark, rainy and kind of melancholic. It’s also cold and it feels like snow is coming. There, aren’t you glad you asked.
If I turn away from my computer for a moment, I can see the grille of my car. Beyond that, the window of my apartment, and about 40 feet further on, my car.
Well, I can’t see this from my house except in pictures, but since this is an open thread…
This is an entrance to the Hussein mosque in Cairo. Imam Hussein Ibn `Ali was the grandson of Mohammad, and the son of Ali ibn `Ali Talib, who was the first Shi’a Imam. Hussein is a major hero to all Muslims, and was martyred fighting tyrrany. He is revered throughout the Muslim world by all Muslims.
Abused by a system that sent this young man into battle, he has devised his own manner in how to deal with fear. He hides it. Deep inside, he knows that if his fear shows, it may spread to other people, who, he is positive would all & forever point at him as the origin.
He must not show what tears at him so he now shows his petaled face, sure that everybody loves flowers. His mother told him so. Here behind the bushes on the edge of the park where he lives, he marvels at the people cheering loud explosions & worries for their safety, having seen the devastation these bombs, bursting in air, cause. He does not comprehend the celebration of independance that shines, reflected on his metal face, positive it could never warm his soul.
Young men like this will be seen more & more as the systematic abuse they have & are enduring starts to bloom . We, who would never use our brothers & sisters like this, are inevitably charged with taking their hand & reassuring them that some one cares. No amount of pills or programs or tests will ever help unless there`s a caring soul to help them along.
The thing that will be difficult will be to make sure these people are not pointed out as the originators of their troubles. There will be many. Please smile at them & be nice. Have a nice day, & count your blessings.
This image I shot at night when while fooling around with the resident skunk, I noticed the light on some statues. I had moved these statues a few days previously & had not yet seen them in the light from the porch. This light was a little behind the statues & a little higher. There were two lights on each side of the porch entry, one red & one green. [Don`t ask].
I went & got a tripod & camera& set up with the camera set at F2.8 & started with a 6 second exposure. I started fooling around with the set-up & went to get a few masks from my collection, & brought along a flashlight. I changed to a 2 second exposure & I would spray the shot with a quick bath of light with the flashlight. This is one of the images from that series. Another image from that series can be seen in a previous post called “DICHOTOMY”
from my front window, I see my rosebushes, the houses across the street, and the redwood trees behind them. If I go out in the street and look east I can see Lick Observatory.
I have a townhouse in the very backend corner of a cul-de-sac. I can’t see shit. But at work, I can look out the 14th floor window and see the exact spot in Corpus Christi Bay where McCain crashed his first plane, less than a mile away. Does that make me qualified to crash planes???
Leaves. Many, many leaves.
Somebody, not saying who, needs to get out there and rake them up into a nice compost pile. Maybe even three somebodies.
I like the way you think, TT.
And maybe those three somebodies should then allow a fourth somebody to leap in the pile, with no expectation of that fourth somebody doing anything more productive than making dinner while leaves were being raked.
Sounds fair to me!
I can almost see Canada, and therefore Stephen Harper rearing his head in my airspace.
I see Canada and Detroit 🙂
n/t
I can’t see anything, I have the blinds drawn cuz it it dark, rainy and kind of melancholic. It’s also cold and it feels like snow is coming. There, aren’t you glad you asked.
If I turn away from my computer for a moment, I can see the grille of my car. Beyond that, the window of my apartment, and about 40 feet further on, my car.
I see London, I see France, I see……….
I can see Kansas, sometimes.
Lots of Stars and the Moon,
Does that mean I’m qualified to be an astronaut?
I can see the house of my rude neighbors across the street.
Mexico
I can see the Nile. Does that make me an expert on rivers? In fact, I can see a fork in the Nile. Does that make me an expert on forks?
Well, I can’t see this from my house except in pictures, but since this is an open thread…
This is an entrance to the Hussein mosque in Cairo. Imam Hussein Ibn `Ali was the grandson of Mohammad, and the son of Ali ibn `Ali Talib, who was the first Shi’a Imam. Hussein is a major hero to all Muslims, and was martyred fighting tyrrany. He is revered throughout the Muslim world by all Muslims.
Second try – Hussein mosque entrance.
Correction:
`Ali ibn Abi Talib
I can see one of the 11 libraries the mayor’s going to close, and one of the 62 (out of 73) swimming pools they’re shutting down too. If I go on the roof, I can also see the sprayground they’re shutting.
(Warning: my comment links to a pdf.)
I can see the Roanoke River. But, by the end of December, I hope I’m looking at my new veggie garden plot.
The Empire State Building.
Riam Park, Musqat, `Oman.
A vendor at the Mutrah fish market, Musqat, `Oman.
Now that the leaves are off, Pennsy.
Canada!
Nice!
Well, Canada’s a stretch (on a clear day, with binoculars) but that probably qualifies me for at least an ambassadorship, if not VP
Abused by a system that sent this young man into battle, he has devised his own manner in how to deal with fear. He hides it. Deep inside, he knows that if his fear shows, it may spread to other people, who, he is positive would all & forever point at him as the origin.
He must not show what tears at him so he now shows his petaled face, sure that everybody loves flowers. His mother told him so. Here behind the bushes on the edge of the park where he lives, he marvels at the people cheering loud explosions & worries for their safety, having seen the devastation these bombs, bursting in air, cause. He does not comprehend the celebration of independance that shines, reflected on his metal face, positive it could never warm his soul.
Young men like this will be seen more & more as the systematic abuse they have & are enduring starts to bloom . We, who would never use our brothers & sisters like this, are inevitably charged with taking their hand & reassuring them that some one cares. No amount of pills or programs or tests will ever help unless there`s a caring soul to help them along.
The thing that will be difficult will be to make sure these people are not pointed out as the originators of their troubles. There will be many. Please smile at them & be nice. Have a nice day, & count your blessings.
This image I shot at night when while fooling around with the resident skunk, I noticed the light on some statues. I had moved these statues a few days previously & had not yet seen them in the light from the porch. This light was a little behind the statues & a little higher. There were two lights on each side of the porch entry, one red & one green. [Don`t ask].
I went & got a tripod & camera& set up with the camera set at F2.8 & started with a 6 second exposure. I started fooling around with the set-up & went to get a few masks from my collection, & brought along a flashlight. I changed to a 2 second exposure & I would spray the shot with a quick bath of light with the flashlight. This is one of the images from that series. Another image from that series can be seen in a previous post called “DICHOTOMY”
So shamanic—I love it.
Thank you Daredevil Don,
Out of more than 100,000 images I have, this is one of my “special” ones.(to me)
Very nice sig line.
Here in Phoenix (more business travel) all I see is imported flora – none of this greenery grows naturally out here.
neither do most of the people 🙂
Aren’t you out here in the AZ? Whereabouts? I may have some free time tomorrow before heading back to the Ville Thursday
I am, but about 110 miles due south. Hope you’re enjoying our version of cold.
from my front window, I see my rosebushes, the houses across the street, and the redwood trees behind them. If I go out in the street and look east I can see Lick Observatory.
The crown jewel of Buffalo, NY’s Frederick Law Olmstead designed park system, Delaware Park.
WILCO…haha
I have a townhouse in the very backend corner of a cul-de-sac. I can’t see shit. But at work, I can look out the 14th floor window and see the exact spot in Corpus Christi Bay where McCain crashed his first plane, less than a mile away. Does that make me qualified to crash planes???
At home, a nice view of the freeway overpass.
At work, a view of the actual hill the city of Signal Hill is named after.