Absolute Beauty

 

We all like to use the word absolute, but there is nothing absolute in this world.

There is no absolute truth and equally no absolute beauty.

Nobody is absolutely right or wrong.

Our eyesight may not be absolutely correct (well except for those with 20/20 vision), and even if we make it more reliable with eyeglasses and contact lenses it does not guarantee that the image we project in our brain is an accurate image of the subject in front of us.

This is a realistic point of view.

If we are allowed a subjective point of view, human beings as we are we can’t have it any other way, the “truth” would be different.

We are so full of absolutes:

 

“I have had the absolutely worst day”. (Have you heard that before?)

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“He is an absolute genius!”  (Many have exclaimed upon seeing Michelangelo’s design of the  Piazza del Campidoglio in Rome).

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“What an absolutely stunning landscape!” (I have received a comment like that more than once).

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“You are absolutely gorgeous” (I bet that she has heard that one before).

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So, where is the truth? Are we looking for the absolute truth? I wish we could find it as that would be absolutely beautiful.

The photos used in this short response to daily writing prompt were published before on this blog.

Isn’t my Lady Chatterley an absolute beauty? :D ;)

 

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Monday Walk in the Botanical Garden

Today I am taking you to the botanical garden in my town, Zagreb. On rare dry weekends I often go there as it is my oasis in the centre of the town and there I can admire all types of exotic blooms especially the sorts of water lilies that can’t be found anywhere near in the area.

 

 

The botanical garden is situated in the very centre of the town, at about 7 minutes walk from the main square. The building in the background with cute owl figures on the roof belongs to the State Archives. Some years back it hosted the National Library and was the most inspiring place for studying when I was a student. The light in this photo came out wrong, but I want to show you a wide angle of the garden regardless.

 

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The moment I step on the grounds of the botanical garden I head to the water lily section. Naturally, it is the part that is attracting most visitors.

 

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Some lilies are still closed and others decided it was time to open their petals.

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Familiar sounds are coming from a pond. I have to crouch to see who is calling me. Here it is: the first baby frog I have ever seen. It can’t be bigger than 2 cm (smaller than an inch).

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Another gorgeous water lily catches my eye.

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There is a fountain that you can admire from a bench. Less then perfect composition shows how relaxed I am.

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I might stroll through more shadowed parts of the park (I’ll show them some other time), but I just  want to sit here and enjoy the buzz of bees and soft sprinkling of fountains. After all, you won’t find prettier blooms than those lilies.

It is dinner time for some…

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and the bell announces it is time to go home. Shame, as  I would happily camp here for another hour.

 

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I hope that our hostess Jo will enjoy this walk. I know she can’t resist pretty blooms and water element. Hop over to her place to see where she is taking us this Monday.

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Black & White Sunday: Subject of Adoration

This is another post featuring my porcelain doll Estella, the one named after a heroine from Charles Dickens’s novel Great Expectations. For those interested in reading the novel, you may find a free copy on Project Gutenberg site.

I wrote about Estella on several occasions, captured portrait and full figure photos of her, and even made some fun experiments with her images, but the post that generated the most interesting feedback was the Makeover.

Today you have a chance to see her in black and white for a change. It seems that the absence of colours only accentuated her delicate features. Wouldn’t you agree?

 

 
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Humanity

Humanity is defined as the quality or state of being human, and therefore encompasses all the characteristics that humans are capable of: good and bad, and all the ones in between. However, the term also refers to the quality or state of being humane which means capable of compassion, sympathy, or consideration for humans or animals.

If you take a walk with me in the streets of Bratislava, you’ll see some fine sculptures celebrating both human and humane characteristics.

 

 

Just before the entrance to the hotel where I was staying stands a nice sculpture of a Girl with a deer which is also the smallest fountain in the town. If you look to the right you’ll see a statue of Hans Christian Andersen in the background.

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During his visit to Bratislava Andersen exclaimed: “This city is a fairy tale itself”. On his return from Slovakia he produced his famous masterpiece The Little Match Girl. Is it possible that he found his inspiration on this very square?

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In one of the nearby streets you can see the statue of Schone Naci, a well known figure in the early 20th century. A poor and mentally ill man, he paraded the streets of Bratislava in old, but elegant attire greeting passers-by with his top-hat and bowing to ladies.

 

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On Hlavne Namestie (literally the main square) you can see the statue of Napoleon’s Army Soldier that reminds visitors of Napoleon himself. Napoleon visited Bratislava in 1805 and then in 1809. His army blew up the Devin Castle near the town. Both tourists and locals enjoy sitting on the bench with the soldier at their back.

 

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Cumil is the favourite tourist attraction in the town. He dates back only to 1997, and as far as I could see he is heavily abused by tourists and children that like to sit on his head. It has been reported that he was damaged by car drivers on several occasions. Nevertheless, he is a good-humoured chap who is taking a break from his dirty work and enjoying the view of the town and peeking up women’s skirts.

 

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I am at Hviezdoslavovo námestie (“Hviezdoslav Square”) now, the square named after Pavol Országh Hviezdoslav (Hviezdoslav being his pen name meaning celebrator of stars), an innovative poet whose style is characterized by extensive use of self coined words and expressions.

 

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Right there at Hviezdoslav Square I noticed a group of people standing still with their arms up, gathered in a silent protest against organ harvesting in Chinese prisons. “Hundreds of thousands of Falun Gong meditators are held in prison camps across China. For the past decade, they and other prisoners have been medically tested, killed, and used as a living donor bank for China’s transplant industry”. Their silent action drew my attention and I signed the petition. More details on organpetition.org.

 

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Humane or only human, we are all part of humanity and as such have the responsibility of being human towards each other.

This is my response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Humanity.

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Thursday’s Special: By Night

As the night falls and the hazy daylight gives way to dusky skies, human figures become less conspicuous. That’s when I rush into streets resolved to carry out my plan…

 

 

Bratislava by night

Bratislava by night

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The Ugly Truth

It’s time to share my ugly secret…

The accident happened weeks ago. I am not sure how, but he stumbled and took a blow to his head. Still, he seemed fine and life went on as usual. There were no complaints and no signs of change.

A couple of weeks later I woke up to a disturbing sight: two of his limbs shrivelled, and his torso a shade of brown. Something was telling me he was on a path of no return.

Another week went by and two more limbs stared at me crippled and rotten.

Finally, the day came when his once sound and shiny head got covered in mildew, his once vibrant limbs were formed in an unidentifiable mess and spikes charred beyond recognition.

After all the love and care that I have given him, I whispered to myself, this is the thanks I get.

I know that I probably should have kept this one for myself…

 

 

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This post is my response to the Daily Prompt: Locked and Sealed.

 

Black & White Sunday: Stones

 

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