Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Filters

05 Oct 2023 6 5 104
Zen brush painting is the intentional use of simple and intuitive brush painting to embody the teachings of Zen. Each Zen painting can be regarded as a unique marking or brushstroke representing the presence in the moment it was created

Night Fire Dance

22 Feb 2022 60
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Inheritance of yore

Door #

30 Jan 2022 2 55
A house numbering scheme was present in Pont Notre-Dame in Paris in 1512.[1] However, the purpose of the numbering was generally to determine the distribution of property ownership in the city, rather than for the purpose of organization en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_numbering#History

Tourism

20 Jan 2022 2 1 54
From Traveler to Tourist Sometime past the middle of the nineteenth century, as the Graphic Revolution was getting under way, the character of foreign travel -- first by Europeans, and then by Americans began to change. This change has reached a climax in our day. Formerly travel required long planning, large expense, and great investments of time. It involved risks to health or even to life. The traveler was active. Now he became passive. Instead of an athletic exercise, travel became a spectator sport. This change can be described in a word. It was the decline of the traveler and the rise of the tourist. There is a wonderful, but neglected precision in these words. The old English word as “travail” (meaning “trouble,” “work,” or “torment”). And the word “travail,” in turn, seems to have been derived, through the French, from a popular Latin or Common Romanic word “tripalium,” which meant a three-staked instrument of torture. To journey -- to “travail,” or (later) to travel -- then was to do something laborious or troublesome. The traveler was an active man at work. ~ Page 297

October

31 Dec 2021 71
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53084/october-56d23212a5b72 O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. ............................... ~ Robert Frost

To Mount Shasta