Day 2283, talking to myself outside.

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I don’t know

I just like to look at these landscapes and enjoy this rock we live on.

Not sure why so many feel the need to hate on each other.

Or need a start, a reason, or an end to all of this.

Is it just boredom?

Is it just boredom that makes all of us invent all these reasons?

Why do we need a reason?

We all enjoy these landscapes at some point in life, that’s what we share. 

The rest is just made up.  

Day 2281, another midnight sun.

Day's pictures, Video

This is a video I took in 2007 of one of the first times I saw the midnight sun. It might not be that special for some, but for me, it was. I don’t know what my feelings were back then, but I made the video and put some dramatic music under it, so it meant something. I guess living in a new and strange country with strange people and a language I didn’t understand was not proof enough that I factually moved; I guess seeing the sun shining bright after midnight did the trick. This you can only see when you live this far from the equator; that might have been part of the emotions I felt.

Now I think about it; it is rather unique. Most of us are so used to the rhythm of day and night that the absence of that rhythm will be somewhat…disturbing…strange…think about it. Though I moved more to the south since that first experience, and we don’t have the midnight sun over here, it is still light during the night, the kind of light you have just after sunset. It is no longer special, I block all the light from coming into our sleeping room, and we found another rhythm to help us through the day and night cycle.

Day 2236, human nature.

Day's pictures, Philosophy

David Hume

Treatise of human nature

Book I: The understanding

Section 1: The origin of our ideas All the perceptions of the human mind fall into two distinct kinds, which I shall call ‘impressions’ and ‘ideas’. These differ in the degrees of force and liveliness with which they strike upon the mind and make their way into our thought or consciousness. The perceptions that enter with most force and violence we may name ‘impressions’; and under this name I bring all our sensations, passions, and emotions, as they make their first appearance in the soul [= ‘mind’; no religious implications]. By ‘ideas’ I mean the faint images of the others in thinking and reasoning: for example, all the perceptions aroused by your reading this book – apart from perceptions arising from sight and touch, and apart from the immediate pleasure or uneasiness your reading may cause in you. I don’t think I need to say much to explain this distinction: everyone will readily perceive for himself the difference between feeling (·impressions·) and thinking (·ideas·).

Read about this book here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Treatise_of_Human_Nature

Read this book here: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/4705

 

 

 

Day 2159, the end.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

Beyond good and evil, The religious character

49. What is amazing about the religiosity of ancient Greeks is the excessive
amount of gratitude that flows out from it: – it takes a very noble type of
person to face nature and life like this! – Later, when the rabble gained
prominence in Greece, religion became overgrown with fear as well, and
Christianity was on the horizon. –

Day 2158, colorful.

Day's pictures, Poetry
Are we not all colorful inside? You ask me.
I don’t know.
You act colorful, so maybe your right.
But are we not often black and white in our outside?
Is the black marker not the weapon of choice these days?
Maybe we are colorful inside but forgot to turn on the light.
Or we are just colorblind.
Maybe I am colorblind.
Maybe I only remember the colors, from when the world was still new to me.
A black line is certainly not as loud inside as all these colorful nuances that I remember.
But you asked about all of us, if the other is colorful inside.
I don’t know, I can’t look inside of you or the others.

Day 2084, adventure light.

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After visiting family in Salt Lake City (in 2016), we decided to drive back via another route then we came. We wanted to see the salt flats, and from there, we would see. On these kinds of driving vacations, we never plan too far ahead; we take a general direction, and after a couple of hours, we see where we are heading and pick a motel a few hundred kilometers down the road, and that’s then our goal. I like adventure, but it is also nice to know you have a bed for the evening halfway through the day; I still remember the days that you are still looking for a place to stay in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere.

On this particular day, we decided to take a decent-looking gravel road south just after the salt flats and drove on this road for half an hour when we saw a smaller dirt road going more southeast. The road was pretty good, but we also drove a normal front-driven car, so I started to worry a little, especially when the first car we saw was a big pickup after an hour or so. I thought that the worst that could happen was that we had to drive all the way back to the main road, but after a little while, I saw a tiny car driving in our direction, so I knew we would be fine.

Day 2083, Nature.

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Henry D. Thoreau

Walden

The Pond in Winter

AFTER a still winter night I awoke with the impression that some question had been put to me, which I had been endeavoring in vain to answer in my sleep, as what—how—when—where? But there was dawning Nature, in whom all creatures live, looking in at my broad windows with serene and satisfied face, and no question on her lips. I awoke to an answered question, to Nature and daylight. The snow lying deep on the earth dotted with young pines, and the very slope of the hill on which my house is placed, seemed to say, Forward! Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution. “O Prince, our eyes contemplate with admiration and transmit to the soul the wonderful and varied spectacle of this universe. The night veils without doubt a part of this glorious creation; but day comes to reveal to us this great work, which extends from earth even into the plains of the ether.”

Read the rest on Gutenborg.org

Day 2056, who am I?

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Slide film, 1996, Olst – the Netherlands

At the beginning of the nineties, I started taking my camera with me. I still like to take pictures of garbage, and as you see in this picture, I did it also in 1996. I have always been interested in the story behind discarded packaging, pieces of paper, and what else people throw away on their way to… It is just interesting that there are people that think that it is a good idea to leave their plastic waste in nature. I personally like my nature with the least possible reminders of human interference, but he, who am I.