<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:04:23.907-05:00</updated><category term='vegetarian feast'/><category term='Skylisght'/><category term='Eternal Present'/><category term='I Ching'/><category term='Mamas and Papas'/><category term='Ray Charles'/><category term='Vanilla Fudge'/><category term='Austin Texas'/><category term='CDLA'/><category term='LINCOLN CENTER'/><category term='Dr. Alexander Lowen'/><category term='Madrid'/><category term='Quaker PArrot'/><category term='BB King'/><category term='U Texas Austin'/><category term='Samyama'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='Dragon'/><category term='Janice Joplin 1970'/><category term='Central Park Fountain'/><category term='THE WHO 1970'/><category term='CIO'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='GiGi&apos;s Pizza'/><category term='South  Beach'/><category term='Henry Vasquez'/><category term='Bo-Bo&apos;s Restaurant'/><category term='Perfume'/><category term='Georgia State College'/><category term='Good Old Days'/><category term='Dr. Martin Luther King'/><category term='Railroad Vines'/><category term='GAZ'/><category term='Filtration'/><category term='Cockatoo'/><category term='Jellyfish'/><category term='Munich'/><category term='Macintosh'/><category term='Mosque Dome'/><category term='Flower Remedies'/><category term='ASCDI'/><category term='Ananda Ashram'/><category term='Dr. John Pierrakos'/><category term='New York City'/><category term='Manolo Blahnik'/><category term='Hollywood Beach'/><category term='Meditation'/><category term='photoshopuser'/><category term='China Town'/><category term='Frost tower'/><category term='relaxation'/><category term='Venice'/><category term='Lincoln Road'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='vibration'/><category term='Bioenergetic'/><category term='NATD'/><category term='Texas flowers'/><category term='Jr.'/><category term='Symbols'/><category term='1988'/><category term='Googlelandia'/><category term='orthogonal'/><category term='Rammurti S. Mishra'/><category term='Abandoned Elderly'/><category term='hatha yoga'/><category term='Healing Vibration  Flower Meditation'/><category term='Meta'/><title type='text'>PHOTOORTHOGONAL  BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>PhotoOrthogonal Blog: Part of my photographic journey from the 1960's thru this new millennium. Orthogonal offers artistic and literary license to express my views as a photographer.

Interactive blogging,allows viewers to make comments as well. What's missing is the thinking,words,and subject's contribution,self portraits excluded.

With Photographs having their own vibration, viewers can react uniquely with each individual, evoking thoughts, feeling, memories,and emotions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-31693938452644215</id><published>2011-06-17T23:32:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:01:51.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing Vibration  Flower Meditation'/><title type='text'>Ethereal Healing Vibration Emanates Orthogonally From Its Spatial Temporal Matrix - An Experimental Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVyJ2HaZIPk/Tfwcg-IOZCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pHhi6PJa0uU/s1600/Slide9sm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVyJ2HaZIPk/Tfwcg-IOZCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pHhi6PJa0uU/s320/Slide9sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619397787810423842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's try an experiment. Since we have vibrational flower remedies, lets work with the idea of a photographic yantra, as depicted in nature. Vibrational healing goes very well with orthomolecular remedies. See www.orthomolecular.org  Take a minute or so, double click this picture and really look at it and feel the color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the relationship of imagination to reality? The reality is that your imagination is an ever present miracle of consciousness which we often take for granted. Can you feel eternity by being in the present moment ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm captivated by this surreal emanation. I felt there was something compelling with this photograph. G-d is inherent in all vibrant beauty. Here a transient moment was captured radiating divine love and healing from the botanic plane. Herbs, flowers, leaves, stems and roots were created to serve us in healing our bodies and inner spirit. When you look at the ribbed structure of these railroad vines, you can see how the emanation broadcasts simultaneously throughout several planes. It so obvious that you really have to think about what this really is all about. When you look into the eyes of these flowers , are you not looking into the eyes of Mother Nature ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a rare organic healing vibratory gem in a bed of granular crystalline transmission. Grains of sand can be a symbolic infinity, like stars in the sky, like a multitude of universes in heavenly creation, like countless neurons in our mind, all a broadcast of interrelated pulsating mitochondrial energy. This energy is related to the fire on the Burning Bush. Is there pulsation even in stasis ? Violet is a higher frequency of light, but only limited by the confines of the eye's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;limits of physical perception. What then are the limits of our third eye, also known as our G-d Eye ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let my spirit write this post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's partake in a short meditation. First take a few deep relaxing rhythmic breaths. Take your time and enjoy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meditate on healing, love and peace while contemplating this exquisite creation. Do this for one minute or more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now feel its healing and purifying vibration, while believing with all your heart in the purity and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness of G-d's creation, our planet and our environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violet being a higher vibration of light, send this divine frequency of purification and alignment throughout your body from it's spatial temporal matrix residing in the the spinning platter served in cyber space into a shared moment within your Sahasraram Chakra. This transcendent feeling bathes your mind in glorious happiness and joy.  Can you not believe in miraculous healing, even though every moment of you conscious awareness is based upon the constant gift, the ever present miracle of your conscious awareness ? Visualize the burning bush , the eternal flame! It beings life, consciousness, awareness and energy to our mitochondria. Honor this. Realize you are much more than your body, that you are connected to all creation by virtue of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let this vibration purify and heal every cell and tissue of your body. Affirm your love for our environment, honor it's purity. This may happen quickly or slowly, but be patient and give this time. This is a free gift, a grace that works of it's own accord. Then feel the love of our Creator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for Us and our Planet, the Oneness of Creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you you hear OM breathing in, when momentarily stilling your breath, breathing out ? Now radiate this sacred energy from you heart center healing our planet, our atmosphere, and all living beings and creatures. You heal yourself by healing others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broadcast this affirmation while quietly chanting OM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-31693938452644215?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/31693938452644215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=31693938452644215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/31693938452644215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/31693938452644215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/ethereal-healing-vibration-emanates.html' title='Ethereal Healing Vibration Emanates Orthogonally From Its Spatial Temporal Matrix - An Experimental Meditation'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVyJ2HaZIPk/Tfwcg-IOZCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pHhi6PJa0uU/s72-c/Slide9sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-7284257949501192166</id><published>2009-05-05T00:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:55:13.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orthogonal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Googlelandia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibration'/><title type='text'>VIBRATIONS OF PERCEPTUAL COLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_EetLyYdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tRfKPIzT9Ko/s1600-h/608lflr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_EetLyYdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tRfKPIzT9Ko/s200/608lflr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332196515634110930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_Dha0ZBaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UPUDXddxQJY/s1600-h/txwfcd309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_Dha0ZBaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UPUDXddxQJY/s200/txwfcd309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195462732121506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_DhLCXt5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Q2D-LxIPc0Y/s1600-h/fberg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_DhLCXt5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Q2D-LxIPc0Y/s200/fberg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195458495788946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_Dg3FS8BI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aPpwKvDBr6E/s1600-h/fberg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_Dg3FS8BI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aPpwKvDBr6E/s200/fberg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195453139349522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_Dgj6VDtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WqZKMRNXuNo/s1600-h/+fberg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_Dgj6VDtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WqZKMRNXuNo/s200/+fberg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195447993077458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Simply take in the vibration  of color, the feeling of quiet mind and healing, then double click each picture and look closely. Nature speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are these flowers in present time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Texas ? On a server in a spatial temporal nexus in Googlelandia, up in the ephemeral clouds of the net, perhaps in a trailer, on your laptop, desktop pc, on your monitor or in your mind ? How fast are all the disk platters spinning in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;synchronicity ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in my mind at the time I took the pictures or posted them in my blog: What time is it now, here where I am or there where you are, or is time suspended in an eternal present  stasis at the point of compositional perception or pressing the shutter button ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your understanding  and my understanding meet and commune with each other ? Perhaps the subjects each convey their own understanding ? We may never know what is in our respective minds, but our hearts can have mutual feeling on aesthetic ground. Yet here that place is cyberspace. A point connected everywhere. What's the fuss, it's still just all of "US".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is the basis and foundation of perception ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can a photograph communicate across the boundaries of cultural and language variance ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pictoral symbols that evoke thoughts, feelings, and memories that are present time, past time, and future fantasies. Where is your mind now ? Where has it been ? What our minds can create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do we have a little better flavor for 'Orthogonal' ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-7284257949501192166?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7284257949501192166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=7284257949501192166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7284257949501192166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7284257949501192166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/vibrations-of-color.html' title='VIBRATIONS OF PERCEPTUAL COLOR'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Sf_EetLyYdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tRfKPIzT9Ko/s72-c/608lflr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-4771359598609620463</id><published>2009-04-27T23:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:57:47.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Railroad Vines'/><title type='text'>A MORNING WALK ALONG HOLLYWOOD BEACH, Fl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8Qu5MqQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/txO-tACtqCo/s1600-h/gntre1sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8Qu5MqQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/txO-tACtqCo/s200/gntre1sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329583835947247874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8QQjK8ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OUDU5ffzNvE/s1600-h/cflwrSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8QQjK8ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OUDU5ffzNvE/s200/cflwrSm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329583827801797010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8QCEa02I/AAAAAAAAAU4/PKgAmHD62mM/s1600-h/P1000645sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8QCEa02I/AAAAAAAAAU4/PKgAmHD62mM/s200/P1000645sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329583823914718050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8QGdPu8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/AwWtg4K4bV4/s1600-h/P1000646sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8QGdPu8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/AwWtg4K4bV4/s200/P1000646sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329583825092590530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8P5tpMbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/iihs66tSrsI/s1600-h/P1000640sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8P5tpMbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/iihs66tSrsI/s200/P1000640sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329583821671707058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ68bNUJlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LFkW3wM6bss/s1600-h/P1000644sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ68bNUJlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LFkW3wM6bss/s200/P1000644sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582387553904210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of renovation over the past year, and many of the railroad vines were mowed down, but they came back thank G-d. These beautiful blossoms are a variety of morning glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the blue vibration that I find so fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephemeral beauty has it's moment of eternity in the infinite present. We can often loose our sense of time in deep focus and concentration. This picture was taken in April, 2009, and one day when you look at it in the future,we will be sharing that present moment across temporal and spatial boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much to say, just double click on these pictures and enjoy them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on top, is of a tree trunk embracing the sky during the day and the heavens at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is a yellow cactus flower, basking in solar energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two are flowers among the grasses and leaves, and the final two are close ups of railroad vines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In four minutes Monday transitions into Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZ's  beckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-4771359598609620463?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4771359598609620463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=4771359598609620463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4771359598609620463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4771359598609620463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-walk-along-hollywood-beach-fl.html' title='A MORNING WALK ALONG HOLLYWOOD BEACH, Fl.'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SfZ8Qu5MqQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/txO-tACtqCo/s72-c/gntre1sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-4475871595707774538</id><published>2008-08-17T19:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:31:49.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frost tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U Texas Austin'/><title type='text'>WHAT'S THE MYSTERY OBJECT ?</title><content type='html'>Well I have been remiss, it's nearly been a year since I have posted an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi40Nhd3QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kKdmcIOXYhg/s1600-h/nc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi40Nhd3QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kKdmcIOXYhg/s200/nc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235637773940940034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/Users/Shel/AppData/Local/Temp/msoclip1/03/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back in early June I drove over to Austin, Tx. to visit Wayne. He gave me a tour of downtown Austin, and it had been 34 years since we last lived there. I was really glad to have gotten back there, the tour brought back great memories. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Austin is one of my favorite places in the State of Texas, a college town with wonderful character, ambiance, and culture. We also had a wonderful opportunity to compensate, sorry, overcompensate for Tex-Mex deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi5SYZjmYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7opzd-WYeMY/s1600-h/nc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi5SYZjmYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7opzd-WYeMY/s200/nc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235638292256627074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The purpose of the mystery object is to help identify the nickname of one of Austin’s newest architectural monuments, as well as explain my theory of its mythic and psychological symbolism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, if you saw the Ben Hur movie, and remember the spokes on the chariot wheels, what we really have is a single pointed pair of symbolic Longhorns which say, “Don’t Mess With Texas. If you do , we're gonna git ya.” It also announces that Austin has a World Class University, Technology and Research Center, and is a Global Presence. Of course I feel that Texas has one of the finest University systems in the country, and if y’all are unaware of this, spend a couple of days in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I also like UW Madison, Austin beats Wisconsin climate wise, especially in the Winter and when it comes to college football, sports, music, entertainment, and having fun, what more can I ever say? You can get a great education and can have fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can see the Frost Tower from my aerial photo at 3 o’clock. Don’t be shocked, but you can take nice pictures with even a 4 megapixel camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi5S4JTdiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6eQjVPoi7Y8/s1600-h/AustinAir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi5S4JTdiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6eQjVPoi7Y8/s200/AustinAir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235638300778395170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After decoding the first two pictures as a nose clipper, you can also look at the Frost Tower as a modern day Shiva Lingam for the Kali Yuga, or perhaps it’ reflects an architect’s unconscious fear of a proctology examination. :) The only touch I might have liked to have seen is a few assorted gargoyles, or statues of Stevie Ray Vaughn, Willie Nelson, and Waylon Jennings. Maybe an armadillo or two would have been a nice touch as well, along with jalapeno peppers and a couple of  Lonestars. Maybe one day we will even have a Longhorn or Lonestar Club in Manhattan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perhaps for the next bigger and better skyscraper, the Austin City Fathers and Moms will consider using local architectural talent from Austin itself, or from the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi5TNtN61I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ar8rW3Ocmk4/s1600-h/TowerSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi5TNtN61I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ar8rW3Ocmk4/s200/TowerSm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235638306566171474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course I hope there’s a solid and safe evacuation plan from the top floors, in case everyone has to rush downstairs to celebrate the latest UT football victory. Paul, it's only a matter of time till you'll be back in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-4475871595707774538?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4475871595707774538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=4475871595707774538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4475871595707774538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4475871595707774538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-mystery-object.html' title='WHAT&apos;S THE MYSTERY OBJECT ?'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_esUBR0dYfow/SKi40Nhd3QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kKdmcIOXYhg/s72-c/nc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-1844877385569493081</id><published>2007-09-24T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:16:09.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Charles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia State College'/><title type='text'>RAY CHARLES AT GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE LATE 60'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rvh76ZVXQHI/AAAAAAAAANo/rRn6wJxVTAs/s1600-h/RCP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rvh76ZVXQHI/AAAAAAAAANo/rRn6wJxVTAs/s200/RCP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113973620042317938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rvh76pVXQII/AAAAAAAAANw/TqeLby_Zf94/s1600-h/rcblP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rvh76pVXQII/AAAAAAAAANw/TqeLby_Zf94/s200/rcblP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113973624337285250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great benefit of being a student at Georgia State College was the fabulous entertainers the school brought for it's students. Whether it was BB King, Santana, Otis Redding, Herbie Mann, Peter, Paul, and Mary, or Ray Charles, the shows were top notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been using a Minolta Twin Lens Reflex, and made multiple exposures with the B setting on the shutter. I really did not take a lot of pictures that night, simply because the show was too good, and Ray gave a wonderful performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-1844877385569493081?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1844877385569493081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=1844877385569493081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1844877385569493081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1844877385569493081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/ray-charles-at-georgia-state-college.html' title='RAY CHARLES AT GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE LATE 60&apos;S'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rvh76ZVXQHI/AAAAAAAAANo/rRn6wJxVTAs/s72-c/RCP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-7357632677425313173</id><published>2007-09-24T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:18:08.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ananda Ashram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rammurti S. Mishra'/><title type='text'>Ananda Ashram  1972 Group Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rvhz2JVXQGI/AAAAAAAAANg/5MQj__gVIb4/s1600-h/ASHRAM72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rvhz2JVXQGI/AAAAAAAAANg/5MQj__gVIb4/s200/ASHRAM72.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113964750934851682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the Summer of 1972, we went up to Ananda Ashram in Monroe,N.Y., for a weekend program of yoga and meditation. The grounds of the Ashram are located on a beautiful  mountain lake.  It was truly a place where one could  leave behind their problems and focus on spiritual growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Dr. Mishra if I  could take a group picture, and he kindly obliged. He also praised my photographic talents, which was an unexpected pleasant surprise. I continued to photograph and video tape Dr. Mishra as opportunities presented themselves over the next twenty one years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Mishra is in the front row on the right, as you face the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left NYC at the end of 1973 for Texas. During our first week in Florida after graduating UT Dallas in 1978, I received a traffic ticket for a wrong turn in N. Miami Beach, and went to traffic school in N. Miami Beach High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our break I came across Edith Epstein, Swami Naranda, teaching a Hatha Yoga Class.She told me her Guru was Dr. Mishra. Later I studied Hatha Yoga with her, and completed her teacher's training course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on: http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=Shel+Stein you can view videos of Dr. Mishra and Swami Naranda . They are also in my photo blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new version of "Fundamentals of Yoga" is being worked on and should be available soon from the bookstore at www.anandaashram.org . George Leone was kind enough to give me a heads up on this new revision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-7357632677425313173?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7357632677425313173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=7357632677425313173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7357632677425313173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7357632677425313173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/ananda-ashram-1972-group-photo.html' title='Ananda Ashram  1972 Group Photo'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rvhz2JVXQGI/AAAAAAAAANg/5MQj__gVIb4/s72-c/ASHRAM72.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-2739280706581857212</id><published>2007-09-11T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:22:13.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Martin Luther King'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jr.'/><title type='text'>DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE  1968</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS4yQbhwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wC7esPGXODc/s1600-h/mlk1sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS4yQbhwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wC7esPGXODc/s200/mlk1sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108932331559421698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS4yQbhxI/AAAAAAAAANA/PimDp5066g4/s1600-h/mlk2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS4yQbhxI/AAAAAAAAANA/PimDp5066g4/s200/mlk2sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108932331559421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS5CQbhyI/AAAAAAAAANI/wXyebWgRBds/s1600-h/mlk3sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS5CQbhyI/AAAAAAAAANI/wXyebWgRBds/s200/mlk3sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108932335854389026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS5CQbhzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QZbzMJH5RnY/s1600-h/mlk4aSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS5CQbhzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QZbzMJH5RnY/s200/mlk4aSM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108932335854389042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS5SQbh0I/AAAAAAAAANY/Mg9dndgmD5M/s1600-h/mlk68daSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS5SQbh0I/AAAAAAAAANY/Mg9dndgmD5M/s200/mlk68daSm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108932340149356354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long before his untimely death, I met and photographed Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr at Georgia State College. He was a gifted and talented speaker, naturally charismatic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he would add to his "dream " today ? A world with clean air, pure food,....less environmental contaminants and pollution ? Would he say a world where people of all faiths get along in harmony, where Sunnis love Shiites, where Jews, Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, and Hindus get along in harmony ? A world free of disease and hunger, rather than free of universal health care ? Where people live their lives by the 10 Commandments ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would he have put on his website ? Who would he support as the 2008 Presidential candidate ? What would he say to President Bush were he alive today to visit the White House?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I shook his hand after his speech, all I could say was , "It was a pleasure to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moments can be taken for granted at the time they transpire, and in retrospect they had historical impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-2739280706581857212?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2739280706581857212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=2739280706581857212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2739280706581857212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2739280706581857212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/dr-martin-luther-king-jr-georgia-state.html' title='DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE  1968'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaS4yQbhwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wC7esPGXODc/s72-c/mlk1sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-3005936175237521294</id><published>2007-09-09T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:03:06.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. John Pierrakos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Alexander Lowen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bioenergetic'/><title type='text'>ALEXANDER LOWEN MD &amp; JOHN PIERRAKOS MD, FOUNDERS OF THE BIOENERGETIC MOVEMENT. LATE 60'S GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuRVGSQbhtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dTJml2SzQos/s1600-h/lowen2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuRVGSQbhtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dTJml2SzQos/s200/lowen2sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108301443813312210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuRSFiQbhsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PhKfu_Wvllo/s1600-h/JPsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuRSFiQbhsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PhKfu_Wvllo/s200/JPsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108298132393526978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the late 60's, the Psychology Department at Georgia State College held a seminar on Bioenergetic Therapy. Alexander Lowen,M.D., and John Pierrakos M.D. were the founders of the Bioenergetic movement. While these were a couple of simple available light pictures, as a psychology major, seeing Drs Lowen in Pierrakos in action was purely profound, especially when they worked on the department head and another of my professors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a picture of Dr. Pierrakos , shortly before his flight left Atlanta. after the session we got into an interesting conversation where he spoke about the aura and Kirilian photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mentioned that he once watched the soul of one of his patients leaving the body upon death,while he viewed this taking place through a filter of dye cyanin. This was much more exciting than studying dog experiments in experimental psychology or sectioning frozen rat brains with a micro tome, post experiments. I purposely avoided this tract in my course work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top top image in the center is of Dr Lowen and Dr. Pierrakos outside, what I believe was the Dragon Seed Restaurant in downtown Atlanta. I drove them for lunch and back to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other people in the picture were from the Psychology department at GSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bioenergetic movement came form the work of Wilhelm Reich. What I will always remember is that every psychopathology has a physical correlate, and in order to effect a lasting cure,the body and flow of energy have to be worked on, not just the mind alone. Personality can be etched in the face, and reflected in the posture and structure of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were medical doctors that focused on the mind as well as the energy flows in the body.The 60's schism between talk therapy and using meds still exists today, except inflation has made this a more expensive indulgence.Bioenergetic therapy  often had profound and lasting results. I saw Dr. Lowen cure a migraine headache in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I met Dr. Michael Lesser,M.D. who wrote, "The Brain Chemistry Diet" from http:/www.nutritionconference.com . Dr. Lesser, who worked together with Dr. Linus Pauling posits, that dramatic changes in a persons state of mind can be accomplished through therapeutic does of vitamins, minerals , and amino acids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look at heavy metals and environmental contaminants in the food chain, a lot comes together in the form of answers. You can also look at http://www.autismone.com and listen to their podcasts on the effect environmental issues have on children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of psychology courses revolved around what I felt was ancestor worship, memorizing and understanding theorists, and showing your understanding in tests. Bioenergetics was on the cutting edge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-3005936175237521294?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3005936175237521294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=3005936175237521294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3005936175237521294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3005936175237521294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/alexander-lowen-md-john-pierrakos-md.html' title='ALEXANDER LOWEN MD &amp; JOHN PIERRAKOS MD, FOUNDERS OF THE BIOENERGETIC MOVEMENT. LATE 60&apos;S GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuRVGSQbhtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dTJml2SzQos/s72-c/lowen2sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-8823193931403845891</id><published>2007-08-29T08:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:32:32.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVELY CONVERSATION ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH, Fl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtV0A54q0yI/AAAAAAAAALo/DqW2tIR41Xc/s1600-h/hbeach80s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtV0A54q0yI/AAAAAAAAALo/DqW2tIR41Xc/s200/hbeach80s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104113311581655842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the mid 1980's walking down Hollywood Beach's boardwalk we came across a lively conversation. Retirees often hung out together and formed unique bonds of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we are much too busy in this cyber age to sit down with a friend and have a meanigful face to face conversation. We lavish our attentions on our keyboard, e-mails, text messages, and IM's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-8823193931403845891?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8823193931403845891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=8823193931403845891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/8823193931403845891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/8823193931403845891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/lively-conversation-on-hollywood-beach.html' title='LIVELY CONVERSATION ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH, Fl.'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtV0A54q0yI/AAAAAAAAALo/DqW2tIR41Xc/s72-c/hbeach80s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-1641908326218832296</id><published>2007-08-28T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:14:02.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mamas and Papas'/><title type='text'>MAMAS and  PAPAS -  GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQ49p4q0wI/AAAAAAAAALY/azrM5F9x66M/s1600-h/mpmama.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQ49p4q0wI/AAAAAAAAALY/azrM5F9x66M/s200/mpmama.tif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103766909584331522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQ4-J4q0xI/AAAAAAAAALg/qev6WjSaqYQ/s1600-h/mc68.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQ4-J4q0xI/AAAAAAAAALg/qev6WjSaqYQ/s200/mc68.tif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103766918174266130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights at Georgia State College was a performance by the Mamas and Papas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Phillips was quite a 'Presence' on stage, as was Cass Elliot in the second picture, which is more of a kinetic slow shutter speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall going to GSC had some superb entertainment during the late 60's. Otis Redding, James Brown at Atlanta Stadium, the Allman Brothers, Herbie Mann, BB King, and the Atlanta Jazz Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing I could say about the Soutern schools  in those days...they knew how to party and enjoy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-1641908326218832296?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1641908326218832296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=1641908326218832296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1641908326218832296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1641908326218832296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/mamas-and-papas-georgia-state-college.html' title='MAMAS and  PAPAS -  GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQ49p4q0wI/AAAAAAAAALY/azrM5F9x66M/s72-c/mpmama.tif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-1731553561248612881</id><published>2007-08-28T09:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:58:53.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GiGi&apos;s Pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia State College'/><title type='text'>COLLEGE PARTY , ATLANTA 1967</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQoaZ4q0vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/etga-rZrhmI/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQoaZ4q0vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/etga-rZrhmI/s200/couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103748711807898354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recall we went to Gigi's Pizza after a party during the late 60's . This was from Georgia State College. There's not too much I can really say about this picture, other than it has a nice feeling, if you double click it and take some time to take it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably in their late teens or early 20's these kids had warm and caring feelings towards each other. A nice period in our lives to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-1731553561248612881?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1731553561248612881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=1731553561248612881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1731553561248612881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1731553561248612881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/college-party-atlanta-1967.html' title='COLLEGE PARTY , ATLANTA 1967'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQoaZ4q0vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/etga-rZrhmI/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-3411764457670877097</id><published>2007-08-28T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:24:00.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo Blahnik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abandoned Elderly'/><title type='text'>THE SUFFERING INVISIBLE - NYC SUBWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQbfp4q0uI/AAAAAAAAALI/Z1U8LNfpAPA/s1600-h/nytsourisSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQbfp4q0uI/AAAAAAAAALI/Z1U8LNfpAPA/s200/nytsourisSM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103734508351050466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was riding the subway, and came across across a social wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All probability dictates this woman has passed on to the next world. The picture was taken in the mid-60's , taken from a scanned slide.  she was not wearing Manolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blahniks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One might speculate from her babushka she was possibly once a European immigrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she once beautiful, was she well loved, with suitors and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;admirers&lt;/span&gt; when she was young. Did she once have a charming personality, and lithe figure ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; was she like ? Where did she go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;? Who were her friends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she have a happy childhood ? Who were her parents ? What was her Karma ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally one looks away and passes by. Perhaps one makes a little prayer, but I wondered about the dignity of old age, where her family, children, and relatives ...if she had anyone ? Did she have a place to live ? Did she ride the subways all day and most of the night ? Who was there to bathe her, perfume her body, and wash her ? To dress her in clean, elegant, and beautiful clothes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we have such people in the midst of mid 60's opulence, especially in the Big Apple ? You could get off the subway and walk along Central Park East, and wonder at the comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suffering invisible are given labels as crazies who were once institutionalized or drug addicts, or perhaps in this case someone who was simply abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt; the problem has not gone away. Ultimately we are all in G-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;d's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign on the window asks to "save water", another problem that has yet to go away. Then again we can always rationalize, make merry, and simply look the other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-3411764457670877097?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3411764457670877097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=3411764457670877097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3411764457670877097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3411764457670877097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/s.html' title='THE SUFFERING INVISIBLE - NYC SUBWAY'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RtQbfp4q0uI/AAAAAAAAALI/Z1U8LNfpAPA/s72-c/nytsourisSM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-447470623392216869</id><published>2007-08-21T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:49:37.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TREES TELL ME HOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrrzZ4q0qI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SoE-LCxELxM/s1600-h/Jan25+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrrzZ4q0qI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SoE-LCxELxM/s200/Jan25+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101148796304937634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrr0Z4q0rI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RZSmpKYEcr8/s1600-h/Jan25sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrr0Z4q0rI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RZSmpKYEcr8/s200/Jan25sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101148813484806834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrr054q0sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cy72XJex7yo/s1600-h/Jan25+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrr054q0sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cy72XJex7yo/s200/Jan25+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101148822074741442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree, foliage, a leaf , a bloom, are challenging subjects to photograph. How does one capture their essence and beauty other than by poetic imagery ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a photographer studies a subject, it tells you how. An answer forms, where you capture the&lt;br /&gt;essence you perceive with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all from a bike path in Holland Park, in Hollywood, Florida. Again there's a quality of visual tactility, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tactile-ness&lt;/span&gt;...merging perception. Subject and object become one. Relish in associations and memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tress all have a story...a history...what was said and what happened in their presence ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-447470623392216869?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/447470623392216869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=447470623392216869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/447470623392216869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/447470623392216869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/trees-tell-me-how.html' title='TREES TELL ME HOW'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrrzZ4q0qI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SoE-LCxELxM/s72-c/Jan25+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-2395652624081044318</id><published>2007-08-21T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:17:33.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshopuser'/><title type='text'>YOURS TRULY 1954 LAKESIDE MICHIGAN - BITTEN BY THE BUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrqPZ4q0pI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bUoukHQWu6M/s1600-h/P1060574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrqPZ4q0pI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bUoukHQWu6M/s200/P1060574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101147078318019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was eight years old, and a family friend snapped this picture, with what was most likely an Argus or a Kodak 35mm range finder camera. This is when I got bitten by the Photography Bug.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm this is interesting...one look, one snap of the shutter. Wasn't it Rashi who said something about the Eyes See and the Heart Desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my first serious camera, a Konica range finder in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really made a difference in my view of photo editing was going to the Photoshop User conferences on Miami Beach. This  organization is fabulous and beyond compare, for any serious photographer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-2395652624081044318?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2395652624081044318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=2395652624081044318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2395652624081044318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2395652624081044318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/yours-truly-1954-lakeside-michigan.html' title='YOURS TRULY 1954 LAKESIDE MICHIGAN - BITTEN BY THE BUG'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrqPZ4q0pI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bUoukHQWu6M/s72-c/P1060574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-5631783357425328495</id><published>2007-08-21T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:15:49.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>H.H. SWAMI RAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrpb54q0mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/whQw_Bv9nWA/s1600-h/lec8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrpb54q0mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/whQw_Bv9nWA/s200/lec8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101146193554756194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1970 I first met Swami Rama when he came to America. He was charismatic and was an excellent speaker. Dr. Elmer Green collaborated with Swami Rama in his research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swamiji built up a large organization in the US as well as built a Hospital in India. Overall he did a lot good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an older picture that he used in a couple of his books. I really did not touch it up very much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrpcZ4q0nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SWY4Nkz_S8M/s1600-h/lec3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrpcZ4q0nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SWY4Nkz_S8M/s200/lec3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101146202144690802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture came from a seminar at the Unitarian church in Dallas. He knew how to work a room and inspire his audience. He received the title of Shankaracharya, and had quite a following. Swami Rama somehow always reminded me of Sid Caesar, in appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrpc54q0oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/b4-dOzYzGuk/s1600-h/lec6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrpc54q0oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/b4-dOzYzGuk/s200/lec6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101146210734625410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also had his human side. Because of his knowledge and medical research, he attracted quite a few doctors and professionals as his students. He is an interesting subject to Google. He left the US and passed on in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I find Eastern Philosophy and Yoga a fascinating subject, I believe one is responsible for one's own progress and enlightenment, and should always keep religion and cults in proper perspective and balance. This is not for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-5631783357425328495?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5631783357425328495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=5631783357425328495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/5631783357425328495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/5631783357425328495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/hh-swami-rama.html' title='H.H. SWAMI RAMA'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrpb54q0mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/whQw_Bv9nWA/s72-c/lec8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-151788520221552533</id><published>2007-08-21T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:52:42.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BAL HARBOR FLORIDA -  A KOY PICTURE 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrokZ4q0lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Lhomi1JVzGc/s1600-h/Slide11sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrokZ4q0lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Lhomi1JVzGc/s200/Slide11sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101145240072016466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to Gefilte fish, people are fond of Koy for their gardens and shopping centers. This photo was taken at Bal Harbor Shopping Mall, an upscale shopping center near Miami Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an Ethology standpoint they are fun to observe and this can be a relaxing, if not colorful experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-151788520221552533?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/151788520221552533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=151788520221552533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/151788520221552533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/151788520221552533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/bal-harbor-florida-koy-picture-2006.html' title='BAL HARBOR FLORIDA -  A KOY PICTURE 2006'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrokZ4q0lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Lhomi1JVzGc/s72-c/Slide11sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-4726557583373834805</id><published>2007-08-21T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:49:10.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meta'/><title type='text'>RECREATIONAL WEEKEND DRIVING IN THE META - A REAL GAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsroVJ4q0kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c9GkN-vFI9I/s1600-h/swamped74sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsroVJ4q0kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c9GkN-vFI9I/s200/swamped74sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101144978079011394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a 1974 trip to the Ariari River in Colombia's Meta, we saw a Jeep that ended up in a roadside ditch that was rather substantial. This on a small country road where , for whatever purpose , the driver lost control. This was not that uncommon an occurrence, we were informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jeep was most likely a Russian GAZ. They were a GAZ to drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-4726557583373834805?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4726557583373834805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=4726557583373834805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4726557583373834805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4726557583373834805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/recreational-weekend-driving-in-meta.html' title='RECREATIONAL WEEKEND DRIVING IN THE META - A REAL GAZ'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsroVJ4q0kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c9GkN-vFI9I/s72-c/swamped74sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-9080029416159468087</id><published>2007-08-21T09:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:11:50.890-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cockatoo'/><title type='text'>THE MEANING BEHIND AVIAN SYMBOLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrnFp4q0jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xABwVVYSgNo/s1600-h/P1070051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrnFp4q0jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xABwVVYSgNo/s200/P1070051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101143612279411250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrlsZ4q0hI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Sw4qjg15mEA/s1600-h/P1070052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrlsZ4q0hI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Sw4qjg15mEA/s200/P1070052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101142078976086546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a colorful B&amp;B on Hollywood Beach, that we always pass by on our morning walks. In the second picture, when you double click , you'll see a cockatoo in it's cage by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see the bird is watching. They are very conscious and intelligent creatures. Cockatoos require a lot of attention, and as a rule are very affectionate pet birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrluJ4q0iI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xvBJPqd0aSk/s1600-h/P1070052.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-9080029416159468087?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9080029416159468087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=9080029416159468087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/9080029416159468087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/9080029416159468087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/meaning-behind-avian-symbols.html' title='THE MEANING BEHIND AVIAN SYMBOLS'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrnFp4q0jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xABwVVYSgNo/s72-c/P1070051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-2930699141402609085</id><published>2007-08-21T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:55:39.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE WHO 1970'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LINCOLN CENTER'/><title type='text'>THE WHO 1970 LINCOLN CENTER AT THE MET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkS54q0dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OD3uKkKRSZM/s1600-h/who22sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkS54q0dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OD3uKkKRSZM/s200/who22sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101140541377794514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkTJ4q0eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OfqjKLKdoNE/s1600-h/who17sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkTJ4q0eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OfqjKLKdoNE/s200/who17sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101140545672761826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkTJ4q0fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n75kgh5nYwA/s1600-h/who10sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkTJ4q0fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n75kgh5nYwA/s200/who10sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101140545672761842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkTZ4q0gI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pZQRdHgPiwI/s1600-h/who12sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkTZ4q0gI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pZQRdHgPiwI/s200/who12sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101140549967729154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a Quicktime photo presentation on You Tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of August 2007 I have had 582 views of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohnVUxhY0fE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert was a superb experience. These are not hi res views, but if you would like to arrange for a special photo or poster, send me an e-mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-2930699141402609085?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2930699141402609085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=2930699141402609085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2930699141402609085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2930699141402609085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-1970-lincoln-center-at-met.html' title='THE WHO 1970 LINCOLN CENTER AT THE MET'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrkS54q0dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OD3uKkKRSZM/s72-c/who22sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-6067467218685342501</id><published>2007-08-21T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:02:47.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOOK OF LOVE IS IN YOUR EYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsriLp4q0bI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kWhl-GGRpZ0/s1600-h/GD2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsriLp4q0bI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kWhl-GGRpZ0/s200/GD2sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101138217800487346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken in a park between the late 60's and early 70's.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Dog, pets are well loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsriMJ4q0cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Np7GXVjaMSk/s1600-h/AE1.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsriMJ4q0cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Np7GXVjaMSk/s200/AE1.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101138226390421954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abe passed away after shortly after his German &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shepherd&lt;/span&gt; expired one day during yoga class. It's as their love for one another helped sustain their very being. This was from the late 1980's.&lt;br /&gt;He felt there was a psychic bond between pets and their owners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-6067467218685342501?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6067467218685342501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=6067467218685342501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6067467218685342501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6067467218685342501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/look-of-love-is-in-your-eyes.html' title='THE LOOK OF LOVE IS IN YOUR EYES'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsriLp4q0bI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kWhl-GGRpZ0/s72-c/GD2sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-1355944452784605017</id><published>2007-08-21T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:45:21.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quaker PArrot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood Beach'/><title type='text'>QUA QUA's QUAKER PARROT HOLLYWOOD BEACH  2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrhfp4q0aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nZ2QYTfqC-c/s1600-h/Smqqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrhfp4q0aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nZ2QYTfqC-c/s320/Smqqa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101137461886243234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Daughter calls Quaker Parrots Qua Qua's. They are beautiful, extremely quick, and adept at flying, can be trained to talk, but can they  ever bite, if they are not hand tamed. You can see the qua qua at 3 O'clock, when you double click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few on Hollywood Beach prior to Wilma and the renovation. They are a hardy species and will most likely repopulate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-1355944452784605017?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1355944452784605017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=1355944452784605017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1355944452784605017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1355944452784605017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/qua-quas-quaker-parrot-hollywood-beach.html' title='QUA QUA&apos;s QUAKER PARROT HOLLYWOOD BEACH  2006'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrhfp4q0aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nZ2QYTfqC-c/s72-c/Smqqa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-9035868212335470261</id><published>2007-08-21T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:05:46.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TROPICAL SKYS - HOLLYWOOD BEACH FLORIDA  2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrgk54q0YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3ExZgKN7kq8/s1600-h/P1040368bsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrgk54q0YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3ExZgKN7kq8/s320/P1040368bsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101136452568928642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can a Catapillar bulldozer look artistic and be part of a photographic work of art ? At lest Hollywood Beach looked better after the beach was renovated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrglp4q0ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8KCzXqANq8w/s1600-h/P1070056sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrglp4q0ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8KCzXqANq8w/s320/P1070056sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101136465453830546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parasailing ?  on Hollywodd Beach Florida 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrgF54q0XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CgPjNJXm-0s/s1600-h/HB62703sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrgF54q0XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CgPjNJXm-0s/s320/HB62703sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101135919992983922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoeditied Sky and Palm Tree, Hollywood Beach Florida, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to pause, reflect and really take a look at one's surroundings and feel the wind, see the light and shadow, and sculpture in the clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-9035868212335470261?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9035868212335470261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=9035868212335470261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/9035868212335470261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/9035868212335470261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/tropical-skys-hollywood-beach-florida.html' title='TROPICAL SKYS - HOLLYWOOD BEACH FLORIDA  2006'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrgk54q0YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3ExZgKN7kq8/s72-c/P1040368bsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-6526802710345284529</id><published>2007-08-21T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:53:29.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian feast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatha yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><title type='text'>AMRITAM &amp; PRASAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrab54q0QI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p2zrKi391Lo/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 163px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrab54q0QI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p2zrKi391Lo/s320/g2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101129700880339202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is of Sri Brahmananda Sarasvati, Rammurti S. Mishra, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;The website of his ashram is at www.anandaashram.org .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below are of Swami Naranda Devi, Edith Epstein, who left her physical form a year later after Dr. Mishra in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amritam is nectar...spiritual nectar, vibrational nectar, the nectar of knowledge.  Double click on this picture and enjoy the feeling for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The the bottle of Lechee Honey on the lower right is symbolic of sweetness. Gurus, spiritual teachers, holy persons show us how to know G-d, to feel and experience this idea and knowledge. Guruji often stated, "I am a cafeteria for all religions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Guru dispels darkness and brings light, by virtue of being closer to G-d, they take us along and give us a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on the Google Video Search link below, you can watch four nights of Dr. Mishra's programs and experience the teachings and knowledge via streaming video. The Internet is about sharing good knowledge and information. This is a good way to honor his memory and for you to learn some good technique and acquire some useful knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=sri+brahmananda+sarasvati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Mishra's Guru, Bhagavan Das stated people came to him for "Transfer of Power".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsracZ4q0RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FnZQudn1g5I/s1600-h/Nar87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsracZ4q0RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FnZQudn1g5I/s320/Nar87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101129709470273810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prasad is divinely inspired food which is spiritually blessed. It may be something a simple as a piece of fruit or a delicious specially prepared dish. Prasad takes on a special meaning and vibration when it comes from the hand of the Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swami Naranda Devi, Edith Epstein, taught Hatha Yoga and Meditation for over 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, good food is all about love. One of her favorite quotes was "Sharing is Caring". She was also renown for her vegetarian feasts. Toward the end of her life, when Dr. Mishra came down to her Ashram in Hallandale, Florida, she stayed up three nights preparing a special vegetarian feast as I recall with over 72 dishes. She liked to be referred to as"Swami Mommy". She was a Cosmic Jewish Mother, a great mom in any faith. Her students were from the US, Canada,India, Europe, and Latin America. Her students were lavished with plenty of motherly love. Swami Naranda taught yoga but would still light Shabbat candles, challah, and wine every Friday night, and have vegetarian Seders. She would also make tofu turkey on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life was dedicated to her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view her favorite relaxation, "This is your moment" here accompanied by master sitarist Roop Verma :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=Swami+Naranda+Devi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also view her speaking in a private sitar concert with Roop Verma performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsradJ4q0SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xnsn0-4y86M/s1600-h/nar90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsradJ4q0SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xnsn0-4y86M/s320/nar90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101129722355175714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naranda's Ashram was behind the old Hallandale, Fl., City Hall and Main Fire Station.She offered yoga classes, intensives and teachers training courses.Most every weekend she featured "Yoga on the Beach"classes,in a pine grove on A1A and Hallandale Beach Blvd. One could remember the sound of pine trees rustling in the wind,interspersed with moments of silence. This was just South of Golden Beach, where Broward County begins in S. Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then the Pine Grove was torn up and exclusive high rise condominiums have been built on this site, once owned by financier Victor Posner. The grounds of her Ashram were later turned into a adjoining single homes, and all the orchards and mango trees were dug up and hauled away.The main house was preserved as part of a small historical site.These grounds were a wonderful spatial temporal nexus while they lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after she passed on I wrote a poem in her memory. She often used a metronome in her hatha yoga classes to give a sense of timing, in meditation one can experience eternity.&lt;br /&gt;http://poeticorthogonal.blogspot.com/2007/06/swami-naranda-rememberance.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grounds of her Ashram had fabulous mango trees, papayas trees, and ample room for outdoor programs and concerts. The residents living in her historic building were a cast of characters, by any one's definition. She deserves to be remembered for her many wonderful qualities. She was not all that well known or publicized, but was an exceptional teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-6526802710345284529?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6526802710345284529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=6526802710345284529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6526802710345284529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6526802710345284529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/amritam-prasad.html' title='AMRITAM &amp; PRASAD'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rsrab54q0QI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p2zrKi391Lo/s72-c/g2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-7309355632874182898</id><published>2007-08-21T08:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:12:46.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munich'/><title type='text'>MUNICH DRAGON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrZy54q0PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VeoTsWLV-rw/s1600-h/munichdragonsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrZy54q0PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VeoTsWLV-rw/s200/munichdragonsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101128996505702642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989 Munich in the Old European World. What and whom did the Dragon represent ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately we do not have dragons in this New Millenium, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on the corner of Weinstrasse and Marienplatz, by the local bagel place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-7309355632874182898?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7309355632874182898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=7309355632874182898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7309355632874182898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7309355632874182898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/munich-dragon.html' title='MUNICH DRAGON'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrZy54q0PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VeoTsWLV-rw/s72-c/munichdragonsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-7008408482692999849</id><published>2007-08-21T08:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:07:44.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MARDI GRAS NEW ORLEANS LATE 60'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrYA54q0LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NATLnuiD5y4/s1600-h/mgras66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrYA54q0LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NATLnuiD5y4/s200/mgras66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101127038000615602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from the mid 60's. That's New Orleans and Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrYBJ4q0MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yIORGqGb89Q/s1600-h/JacksonPa.0rkMardiGras67.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrYBJ4q0MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yIORGqGb89Q/s200/JacksonPa.0rkMardiGras67.tif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101127042295582914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here someone is compassionately helping a poor besotted soul to leave Jackson Square Park.&lt;br /&gt;Having taken the photo 40 years ago, the longevity prospects for the fellow on the left were not too good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-7008408482692999849?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7008408482692999849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=7008408482692999849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7008408482692999849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7008408482692999849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/mardi-gras-new-orleans-late-60s.html' title='MARDI GRAS NEW ORLEANS LATE 60&apos;S'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrYA54q0LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NATLnuiD5y4/s72-c/mgras66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-6770759824242537223</id><published>2007-08-21T08:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:21:16.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEA STADIUM CONCERT 1970- HAIR,JANICE JOPLIN, JOHNNY WINTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrXUp4q0II/AAAAAAAAAGE/kXhxw-h108I/s1600-h/hair2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrXUp4q0II/AAAAAAAAAGE/kXhxw-h108I/s200/hair2sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126277791404162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1970 Hair was quite the rage on Broadway. This photo was taken from a concert performance at Shea Stadium. They were singing Age of Aquarius. In retrospect, are we ever getting the Aquarian Age !  The decade of the 70's ended in the age of microbe morality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrXU54q0JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oLonUPFOZlg/s1600-h/johnnywinter2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrXU54q0JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oLonUPFOZlg/s200/johnnywinter2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126282086371474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Johnny Winter is still going at 'em and has always been a lively and talented performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrXVp4q0KI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tu8Xdk3wMpM/s1600-h/JJ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrXVp4q0KI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tu8Xdk3wMpM/s200/JJ1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126294971273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of Janice Joplin's last concerts. Sorry to say I wished she had a healthier aura and took better care of herself. I just watched from the background, behind the lens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-6770759824242537223?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6770759824242537223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=6770759824242537223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6770759824242537223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6770759824242537223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/shea-stadium-concert-1970-hairjanice.html' title='SHEA STADIUM CONCERT 1970- HAIR,JANICE JOPLIN, JOHNNY WINTER'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrXUp4q0II/AAAAAAAAAGE/kXhxw-h108I/s72-c/hair2sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-3479843486939882245</id><published>2007-08-21T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:18:03.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanilla Fudge'/><title type='text'>VANILLA FUDGE ATLANTA AIRPORT LATE 60'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrWn54q0HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sesgDQxTng4/s1600-h/vfsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrWn54q0HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sesgDQxTng4/s200/vfsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101125508992258162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walking along the terminal at Atlanta Airport and along came a couple of band members from Vanilla Fudge. They said," Hi Shel, take our picture". Here you go guys. A bit belated from the late 60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry to Keep You Hanging On :) Great Group in it's time. Sharp dressers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-3479843486939882245?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3479843486939882245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=3479843486939882245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3479843486939882245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3479843486939882245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/vanilla-fudge-atlanta-airport-late-60s.html' title='VANILLA FUDGE ATLANTA AIRPORT LATE 60&apos;S'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrWn54q0HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sesgDQxTng4/s72-c/vfsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-3912670921288348291</id><published>2007-08-21T08:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:09:28.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB King'/><title type='text'>BB KING GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE  LATE 60'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrWJJ4q0GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aWylgiO29xc/s1600-h/BBc1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrWJJ4q0GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aWylgiO29xc/s200/BBc1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101124980711280738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I first met BB King as a student when I was a photographer on the the Georgia State College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rampway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What a wonderful performer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consummate&lt;/span&gt; musician, and warm friendly person, who loves to play for his fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With BB the thrill is never gone. The singing and feeling come directly from his heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Lucille and BB Hands... it's an act of pure musical love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I saw BB perform on New Years Eve at the Jacki Gleason Theater on Miami&lt;br /&gt;Beach. The fans were ecstatic. How a performer his age can handle such a busy schedule is  nothing short of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was from a very thin negative, and was shot which explains the graininess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a photo presentation of BB King on You Tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQWf3zgQFLQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-3912670921288348291?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3912670921288348291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=3912670921288348291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3912670921288348291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3912670921288348291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/bb-king-georgia-state-college-late-60s.html' title='BB KING GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE  LATE 60&apos;S'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrWJJ4q0GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aWylgiO29xc/s72-c/BBc1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-2313231023881697406</id><published>2007-08-21T08:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:59:21.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NATD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1988'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASCDI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDLA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>BOSTON  1988</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrV154q0FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iTRYIxW8ScQ/s1600-h/BOS88sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrV154q0FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iTRYIxW8ScQ/s200/BOS88sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101124649998798930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a CDLA Conference in 1988, at Copley Square in Boston, I took this picture with a Fuji disposable camera. The colors were rather striking, and there was a Zen like quality to the arrangement of the boulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Judge Green's Consent Degree, the Computer Dealers and Lessors Association&lt;br /&gt;disappeared. ECLAT, the European conterpart of CDLA merged with ASCDI. NATD, the National Association of Telecom Dealers is another organization that offers highs standards and a code of ethics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-2313231023881697406?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2313231023881697406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=2313231023881697406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2313231023881697406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2313231023881697406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/boston-1988.html' title='BOSTON  1988'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrV154q0FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iTRYIxW8ScQ/s72-c/BOS88sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-827047207857396276</id><published>2007-08-21T08:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:37:55.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IN BLOOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrY0Z4q0NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5mGsVQsnVTc/s1600-h/Oxfordlillyc2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrY0Z4q0NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5mGsVQsnVTc/s200/Oxfordlillyc2sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101127922763878610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These water lilies come from a late 80's visit to the Oxford Botanical Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrVTJ4q0CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fXqC04sEqy0/s1600-h/Slide9sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrVTJ4q0CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fXqC04sEqy0/s200/Slide9sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101124052998344738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am fond of Railroad Vines on the Florida Beaches . I was very pleased with the detail of the sand, light, and shadow in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrVTZ4q0DI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8d2-sPD4Jfw/s1600-h/OxfordlillyA2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrVTZ4q0DI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8d2-sPD4Jfw/s200/OxfordlillyA2sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101124057293312050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to Oxford...see above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrVWp4q0EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Vx4qn9QzWWQ/s1600-h/april24HBcsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrVWp4q0EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Vx4qn9QzWWQ/s200/april24HBcsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101124113127886914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More flora from the beaches...the color is a bit surreal, but  the subject communicates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-827047207857396276?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/827047207857396276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=827047207857396276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/827047207857396276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/827047207857396276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-in-bloom.html' title='LIFE IN BLOOM'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrY0Z4q0NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5mGsVQsnVTc/s72-c/Oxfordlillyc2sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-3732963795144236669</id><published>2007-08-21T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:04:02.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South  Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macintosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lincoln Road'/><title type='text'>APPLE TROPICALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrTPp4q0BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XY0HuAgISy4/s1600-h/P1060125SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrTPp4q0BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XY0HuAgISy4/s320/P1060125SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101121793845547026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were eating a pizza across from the Apple store on Lincoln road in South Beach. It's always interesting to photograph an icon, under natural urban lighting conditions at night. At night Lincoln Road Mall is an interesting place to go for a stroll. Lots of outdoor restaurants and cafes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food has to be really good for a restaurant to make it. The South Beach area is popular and trendy, where the masses go to be seen by the masses, otherwise great for people watching.&lt;br /&gt;One watches for "Presence", usually a rare commodity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-3732963795144236669?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3732963795144236669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=3732963795144236669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3732963795144236669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3732963795144236669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/apple-tropicale.html' title='APPLE TROPICALE'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrTPp4q0BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XY0HuAgISy4/s72-c/P1060125SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-6670543176941680263</id><published>2007-08-21T07:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:59:34.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLIAGE SPECTRUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSL54qz8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-b5dj_3SQuY/s1600-h/A660sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSL54qz8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-b5dj_3SQuY/s320/A660sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101120629909409730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSMZ4qz9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7SagFh9GwVI/s1600-h/b660sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSMZ4qz9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7SagFh9GwVI/s320/b660sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101120638499344338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSNJ4qz-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6VuDMUQjrW8/s1600-h/c660sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSNJ4qz-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6VuDMUQjrW8/s320/c660sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101120651384246242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foliage is real , the colors are artistic license. The flower and leaves became an interesting subject. This was taken from a boardwalk on a park near the ocean on AIA and Sheridan Street in Hollywood, Fl. Most people wouldn't notice and just walk by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-6670543176941680263?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6670543176941680263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=6670543176941680263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6670543176941680263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6670543176941680263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/foliage-spectrum.html' title='FOLIAGE SPECTRUM'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSL54qz8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-b5dj_3SQuY/s72-c/A660sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-2090999396594444509</id><published>2007-08-10T06:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:42:35.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosque Dome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skylisght'/><title type='text'>LIGHT FROM ABOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSz54qz_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GORqg4wEAjg/s1600-h/DOME1Asm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSz54qz_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GORqg4wEAjg/s320/DOME1Asm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101121317104177138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was of a rather remarkable skylight, a stained glass mosaic, at the Society of Composers, taken in Madrid, Spain in 1989. Double clink on the picture, take a minute and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the patterning and the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrS0p4q0AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z5tHaP3L8pY/s1600-h/g3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrS0p4q0AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z5tHaP3L8pY/s320/g3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101121329989079042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Cordoba in 2001, and documented the exquisite workmanship of Moorish architecture shown in this Mosque's dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the art and beauty are exquisite, the Moors were expelled with Spain, and shortly there after the Inquisition began. Over history one wonders who was the most brutal, especially when you consider the conquistador's conquest of Mexico and the New World. Of course there was no multimedia or photographs of the genocide perpetuated on the native Indian populations. The Inquisition was however well documented to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mesquita&lt;/span&gt; was turned into a church, which was the general practice, and the one&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Cordoba was also used as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mausoleum&lt;/span&gt;, where bodies were interred under the floor, and bones in glass caskets. This went over well with the expelled Moors and the Ottomans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Synagogue in Toledo also was turned into a church with a reliquary. The New World traditions led to our New Millenium. Shall we "Give Peace A Chance" and have the next Woodstock Concert in Iraq ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-2090999396594444509?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2090999396594444509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=2090999396594444509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2090999396594444509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2090999396594444509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/light-from-above.html' title='LIGHT FROM ABOVE'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RsrSz54qz_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GORqg4wEAjg/s72-c/DOME1Asm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-2612864573524296808</id><published>2007-08-06T09:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:59:20.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venice'/><title type='text'>VENICE VENEDIG VENEZIA  1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcpkfAnvwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/G5uR6vnuh_s/s1600-h/venscan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcpkfAnvwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/G5uR6vnuh_s/s320/venscan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095587210169138946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcpk_AnvxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q7IxZfh30lk/s1600-h/vencanal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcpk_AnvxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q7IxZfh30lk/s320/vencanal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095587218759073554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Venice in 1988 and 1989. Venetians uniquely speak an Italian-ized dialect of Castilian Spanish. One can never tire of visiting Venice or it's adjacent islands. It calls me back and elicits Deja Vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one sees Venice in film or on TV, a little chill goes through you, and you think , I was really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it touristy and romantic, yes. Other than Su Chow and Ft. Lauderdale by Las Olas Blvd., going toward the ocean, Venice is still the first best alternative. Peggy Guggenheim must have had some really interesting parties. Always a great city to watch people, and experience good food, art, and beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-2612864573524296808?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2612864573524296808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=2612864573524296808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2612864573524296808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2612864573524296808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/venice-venedig-venezia-1989.html' title='VENICE VENEDIG VENEZIA  1989'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcpkfAnvwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/G5uR6vnuh_s/s72-c/venscan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-6667458399700433901</id><published>2007-08-06T09:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:36:47.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Ching'/><title type='text'>BACKYARD FROM MIAMI BEACH  WATERWAY JUST OFF THE INTERCOASTAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcmdfAnvvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dplRTMwL-Ig/s1600-h/mda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcmdfAnvvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dplRTMwL-Ig/s320/mda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095583791375171314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Summer morning, we decided to take a boat ride around Biscayne Bay, and see the homes on Miami Beach. On the way back we came across a Botero like statue, and I came up with this creation. We were with our friend, artist Cristina Bertrand, who also made some photos for her Cityscapes series. You can view her work at www.cristinabertrand.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a fabulous perfume, and is currently finishing her I Ching book. Her perfume is too good of a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am curious who owns this house and the statute, and the story behind it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-6667458399700433901?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6667458399700433901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=6667458399700433901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6667458399700433901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6667458399700433901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/backyard-from-miami-beach-waterway-just.html' title='BACKYARD FROM MIAMI BEACH  WATERWAY JUST OFF THE INTERCOASTAL'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcmdfAnvvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dplRTMwL-Ig/s72-c/mda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-6078313790390586492</id><published>2007-08-06T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:03:23.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia State College'/><title type='text'>ART MAJORS, SUE AND JANIE, GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE LATE 60'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrclV_AnvtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-b-mEuegEqA/s1600-h/Sue68GaStateb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrclV_AnvtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-b-mEuegEqA/s320/Sue68GaStateb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095582563014524626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue was a delightful friend that dated one of my fraternity brothers. I always found Art and Drama  majors to be interesting subjects and free spirits along with Psychology majors. Maybe it was my being a Psychology major, and my love of photography. What I noticed about her she was good company, and an excellent conversationalist where time would just pass and one would never know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrclWPAnvuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JCyDveBfnJc/s1600-h/JGA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrclWPAnvuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JCyDveBfnJc/s320/JGA1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095582567309491938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janie was another Art major and this picture as I recall took a full page in the yearbook at Georgia State. She was from up North and her dad was a judge. She was close to graduation, and told me she planned to tour Morocco and Europe. I was always fond of the timeless beauty of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 37 years have passed and I never saw either Sue or Janie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However a couple of years later around 1971, I met a clothing manufacturer in NYC, who told me he went to Emory University. I asked him if he knew anyone from Georgia State ? He replied, "No, not really except for a lovely coed he traveled with around Europe and N. Africa". He also remembered the yearbook picture because Janie had showed it to him. He was slightly amazed as well that he met the photographer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-6078313790390586492?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6078313790390586492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=6078313790390586492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6078313790390586492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/6078313790390586492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/art-majors-sue-and-janie-georgia-state.html' title='ART MAJORS, SUE AND JANIE, GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE LATE 60&apos;S'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrclV_AnvtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-b-mEuegEqA/s72-c/Sue68GaStateb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-1223960669099313737</id><published>2007-08-06T09:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:34:51.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIA'S CAT FANNY IN CLASSIC REPOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrckofAnvrI/AAAAAAAAADs/jUeFfqqo5hs/s1600-h/MZ41606a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrckofAnvrI/AAAAAAAAADs/jUeFfqqo5hs/s320/MZ41606a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095581781330476722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcko_AnvsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OO_TjCS0tFg/s1600-h/MZ41606cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcko_AnvsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OO_TjCS0tFg/s320/MZ41606cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095581789920411330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, we went to a fabulous dinner at Maria's in Bal Harbor, Fl. The dinner was a gastronomic delight, and we knew this would always be the case at her house. Fanny, Maria's cat thrives on human companionship and always made herself at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dessert, we took a little time to relax, and I captured Fanny at what she loves to do best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-1223960669099313737?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1223960669099313737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=1223960669099313737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1223960669099313737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/1223960669099313737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/marias-cat-fanny-in-classic-repose.html' title='MARIA&apos;S CAT FANNY IN CLASSIC REPOSE'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrckofAnvrI/AAAAAAAAADs/jUeFfqqo5hs/s72-c/MZ41606a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-2501279383495238940</id><published>2007-08-06T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:17:13.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AGNIHOTRA AND AUTOMATED REDEMPTION - 1980's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcjgPAnvpI/AAAAAAAAADc/aPAS1jSTH2Q/s1600-h/drm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcjgPAnvpI/AAAAAAAAADc/aPAS1jSTH2Q/s320/drm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095580540084928146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1983, as I remember, Rammurti S. Mishra, MD gave a program at the Surfside Beach Community center. This was sometime just before he suffered a crippling stroke. Agnihotra is a form of healing fire ceremony. If you go to a Google Video search under Sri Brahmananda Sarasvati, you can watch  four nights of his programs in May of 1993, that I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcjgfAnvqI/AAAAAAAAADk/GVCqCovMePs/s1600-h/AutomatedRedemption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcjgfAnvqI/AAAAAAAAADk/GVCqCovMePs/s320/AutomatedRedemption.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095580544379895458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken during a trip to Monroe, NY probably during the late 1980's, to Dr. Mishra's Ashram. We decided to pray for automatic redemption. I did not snap this picture, but it's symbolic. During deep meditation it is said that redemption can be spontaneous and automatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-2501279383495238940?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2501279383495238940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=2501279383495238940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2501279383495238940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/2501279383495238940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/agnihotra-and-automated-redemption.html' title='AGNIHOTRA AND AUTOMATED REDEMPTION - 1980&apos;s'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcjgPAnvpI/AAAAAAAAADc/aPAS1jSTH2Q/s72-c/drm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-3775483502728253274</id><published>2007-08-06T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:51:07.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RAY CRADDICK PHD GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE LATE 6O's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaOySQbhuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/205fQxRCZ7k/s1600-h/sbird%26RCsm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaOySQbhuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/205fQxRCZ7k/s200/sbird%26RCsm3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108927821843760866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaOyiQbhvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nRQmXtJztGg/s1600-h/sbird%26RCsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaOyiQbhvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nRQmXtJztGg/s200/sbird%26RCsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108927826138728178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrci4vAnvoI/AAAAAAAAADU/9J5X3DQ10nY/s1600-h/drc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrci4vAnvoI/AAAAAAAAADU/9J5X3DQ10nY/s320/drc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095579861480095362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ray Craddick PHd, sitting on the right,was by far my favorite Psychology professor at Ga State. His "Psychology of Personality" class was my favorite psych course ever. He taught how to think, associate and compare, and was extremely knowledgeable when it came to personality theorists. He could easily communicate personality theorists and their nuances from Eysenk to Leary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I wrote a paper on the "Bagel of Traits" and earned an A. When I took the Advanced GRE in Psychology, I scored 95th percentile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remembered him and I made an effort to stay in touch, and we corresponded by e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently e-mailed him one of my poems, and received the following reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shel, I continue to be amazed and delighted in the wide range of your&lt;br /&gt;interests,knowledge, experience and readings.Your poem is a many&lt;br /&gt;sided expression of you, and filled with wonderful metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly speaks of your wide ranging talents, whimsicalness,&lt;br /&gt;thoughtfulness, and philosophical and scientific mind.  What a&lt;br /&gt;delight you must be to your grandchildren. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my day. I could always talk to him after class, and I learned so much from his courses. He trained quite a few excellent therapists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another professor, I liked was Arthur Cohen, Phd, who taught the "Group Dynamics" course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really came to appreciate the concept of ideology. His courses were also a lot of  fun. These were outstanding educators who I will always appreciate and remember. There was also something nice about fellow psychology majors as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-3775483502728253274?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3775483502728253274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=3775483502728253274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3775483502728253274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3775483502728253274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/ray-craddick-phd-georgia-state-college.html' title='RAY CRADDICK PHD GEORGIA STATE COLLEGE LATE 6O&apos;s'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RuaOySQbhuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/205fQxRCZ7k/s72-c/sbird%26RCsm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-930731372381285255</id><published>2007-08-06T09:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:16:50.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filtration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Old Days'/><title type='text'>JOHN DANIELS - IN MEMORIUM 1980's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcie_AnvnI/AAAAAAAAADM/dIRmDj89LWw/s1600-h/JD89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcie_AnvnI/AAAAAAAAADM/dIRmDj89LWw/s320/JD89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095579419098463858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was a pleasure to visit and transact business with during the mid 1980's. At this time he was the MIS Director of a prominent N. Miami mail order company, that did a huge business on a IBM mainframe. He later became a programmer at American Express, when he fell out of favor. One day I found out he passed on from lung cancer. Sadly he loved cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was originally from France and during the Vietnamese conflict he was in the French military as an observer, who hid in the jungle tree canopy  and observed without anyone knowing he was there.  What I remember especially about John is that it was always a treat to call on him. We could talk about anything from family to cuisine and technology, as well as politics or programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have felt that business is about relationship, and should always be a civilized experience. Today people live behind filters, the more prominent or important, the greater and deeper the layers of filtration, from voice mail, to e-mail filters, to executive assistants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corporate Aristocracy of today, or 'Big Machers' have a suite of "Executive Assistants", in call centers or offices even miles away from their corporate offices, who hardly even know their CEO or President, other than they stop in, on rare occasions. Unless you have a letter of introduction or a friend to introduce you, they are not easy to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sales world, a horrifying concept is "Supply Chain". It means, good luck trying to become one of our vendors and breaking in to their system. Metaphorically it may mean, if you get close we will try to beat you away with our chain. Supply chains lead to complacency,and risk adverse&lt;br /&gt;corporate behavior. It makes it too easy to just click a mouse and order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a term that purchasing people can use to hide behind, play safe and not take any risk. A retired CIO friend once told me that you have it take calculated risks to move forward in the corporate world. He also defined CIO to mean , "Change Is Often", and  "Career Is Over".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Early 80's there was no voice mail, no e-mail, just a phone and assistants. Today business has become a bit too Darwinian, where people hide behind filters. They often believe their corporate ethics do not apply to vendors. Fortunately there often is the exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Daniels deserves to be remembered as an excellent manager, and all around good guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-930731372381285255?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/930731372381285255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=930731372381285255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/930731372381285255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/930731372381285255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/john-daniels-in-memorium-1980s.html' title='JOHN DANIELS - IN MEMORIUM 1980&apos;s'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcie_AnvnI/AAAAAAAAADM/dIRmDj89LWw/s72-c/JD89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-3729452119107898112</id><published>2007-08-06T09:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:08:55.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janice Joplin 1970'/><title type='text'>JANICE JOPLIN BACKSTAGE - SHEA STADIUM 1970</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrch7fAnvmI/AAAAAAAAADE/-z0mxwtgVwo/s1600-h/JJ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrch7fAnvmI/AAAAAAAAADE/-z0mxwtgVwo/s320/JJ1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095578809213107810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could not deny that Janice Joplin had amazing talent. Here she is backstage in a 1970 Shea Stadium concert. She did not take good care of herself, it was evident in her aura. Sadly she did not last. I did not know her, she did not notice I took the photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-3729452119107898112?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3729452119107898112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=3729452119107898112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3729452119107898112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/3729452119107898112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/janice-joplin-backstage-shea-stadium.html' title='JANICE JOPLIN BACKSTAGE - SHEA STADIUM 1970'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrch7fAnvmI/AAAAAAAAADE/-z0mxwtgVwo/s72-c/JJ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-4011245661648271171</id><published>2007-08-06T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:16:00.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOW ME YOUR FEET - EARLY 70'S CONCERTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrchcPAnvkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MRsZ1CJgznI/s1600-h/g30A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrchcPAnvkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MRsZ1CJgznI/s320/g30A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095578272342195778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1969 there was  Rock Concert at Gulfstream Park, in Hallandale , Florida. The park and track were recently rebuilt, but there was an outstanding lineup for this concert. I was once caught behind Steppenwolf's Marshall amps at the end of "Born to be wild". Even though I was behind them,  and I covered my ears. I felt the sound course though every bone in my body. What a relief when the music stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think no one is ever watching when a photographer is snapping pictures ? While I never met this young lady, and did not know her, her gesture and eye contact were unmistakable. Was her gesture friendly ? :)  She seemed to be having a good time on her plane of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrchcvAnvlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6Wo-3KtMbLQ/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrchcvAnvlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6Wo-3KtMbLQ/s320/feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095578280932130386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another pretty young lady at what must have been Shea Stadium in Queens, NY. I often liked to walk among the crowds and grandstand and take pictures. This is the past, but is it being mirrored by the youth of today ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-4011245661648271171?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4011245661648271171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=4011245661648271171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4011245661648271171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4011245661648271171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/show-me-your-feet-early-70s-concerts.html' title='SHOW ME YOUR FEET - EARLY 70&apos;S CONCERTS'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrchcPAnvkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MRsZ1CJgznI/s72-c/g30A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-7854306701233536044</id><published>2007-08-06T09:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:28:48.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOBBY'S  MEMORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcg3PAnvjI/AAAAAAAAACs/ay1jfBBVWDU/s1600-h/bobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcg3PAnvjI/AAAAAAAAACs/ay1jfBBVWDU/s320/bobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095577636687035954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby left everyone when he was around 30. during the 80's. I was the last one to see him from the family alive in the hospital, one night over Passover. I brought him a humor book to cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, "Shel, I don't think I am going to make it." A nurse was rocking him slowly in her arms. He had a metal plate in his head from an aneurysm repair operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months earlier he fell asleep in a chair. We placed a Teddy Bear in his hand, which made a wonderful picture. His candle burned out too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-7854306701233536044?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7854306701233536044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=7854306701233536044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7854306701233536044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7854306701233536044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/bobbys-memory.html' title='BOBBY&apos;S  MEMORY'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcg3PAnvjI/AAAAAAAAACs/ay1jfBBVWDU/s72-c/bobby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-824030289686173811</id><published>2007-08-06T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:45:10.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LUST, ZEALOTRY , AND FUNDALMENTALISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcgdvAnvgI/AAAAAAAAACU/-mfzfFtWTBs/s1600-h/louvre3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcgdvAnvgI/AAAAAAAAACU/-mfzfFtWTBs/s320/louvre3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095577198600371714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcgd_AnvhI/AAAAAAAAACc/ybqocDWw6z4/s1600-h/louvrebw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/Rrcgd_AnvhI/AAAAAAAAACc/ybqocDWw6z4/s320/louvrebw3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095577202895339026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 we visited the Louve museum in Paris, and I took a photo of this little figurine in a glass case. I e-mailed the museum, to inquire about the little statue, and never heard back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it might be Aztec, but it appears to look Babylonian. The figure is definitely male, has wings, is carrying a knife, and seems aroused over something or other. Is he handling a snake that is crawling up his leg, either was there is some apparent symbolism, but fortunately is it not live and animated, only suggestive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War and blood lust no doubt. Undoubtedly someone "Sechel" or common sense, "Liegt in Dreht", is lying in the grave. Lust, zealotry, and fundamentalism, seems to have dissipated the mind of this creature, beyond sense or reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder under whose auspices it was created, and what the artist had in mind. It might fit in well in Iraq these days, a demon for Sunni's going after Shiites, Shiite's going after Sunnis, fundamentalist's chasing Americans and Europeans, as well as the West's lust for oil. Yes, definitely some New Millennium symbolism. And for what ? To What end may we ask ? Or is it the demon of industrialization and globalization. Is it reminiscent of insurance companies and health care HMO's,  practicing capitation. Is it the cloud of pollution and the environmental despoiling of the planet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What became of the civilization who created this little statue ? Might make a nice SUV hood ornament at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-824030289686173811?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/824030289686173811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=824030289686173811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/824030289686173811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/824030289686173811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/lust-zealotry-and-fundalmentalism.html' title='LUST, ZEALOTRY , AND FUNDALMENTALISM'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrcgdvAnvgI/AAAAAAAAACU/-mfzfFtWTBs/s72-c/louvre3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-4672564675960079872</id><published>2007-08-03T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:54:39.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Central Park Fountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York City'/><title type='text'>Central Park 1970</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMvTPAnvfI/AAAAAAAAACM/oH8DmBKAoVQ/s1600-h/CP70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMvTPAnvfI/AAAAAAAAACM/oH8DmBKAoVQ/s320/CP70.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094467610979319282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning we went to meet some friends by the fountain in Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Leica M2, and with the vantage point from the steps above, captured a wonderful scene full of activity sounds, and life. Of course there were no digital cameras with microphones, or  consumer camcorders, but it was amazing what a good Summicron lens and low asa film could accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember holding the camera in my hands, looking for the right vantage point, pulling back the advance lever and pushing the shutter button, and the characteristic silent click of the shutter curtain. A Leica was more of an extension than an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love taking Tri-x , pushing the ASA with Acufine, using a grain focusing microscope and making 16x20's in large trays in my darkroom, usually a converted bathroom at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lower left you can see the Hare Krishnas chanting and dancing about. The pond in the background already had a number of rowboats. What were all these people talking about ? Who was meeting whom  for the first time that morning ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had transpired the night before, and what business was currently being transacted? Was there love in the air ? Romance in the park ? Waht was to happen later that night or later during the day ?  Thirty Seven years ago. This was a Geo Spatial Temporal Nexus, with souls going about in orthogonal directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might say this is part of the incomparable ambiance that enamors one soul from living in Manhattan. New Yorkers , contrary to some peoples belief are amazingly friendly and sociable, in the midst of a natural urbane sophistication. You can travel to any metropolitan destination in the world, but there's only one New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angel is watching over everyone in the vicinity, but overhead G-d sees everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-4672564675960079872?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4672564675960079872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=4672564675960079872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4672564675960079872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4672564675960079872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/central-park-1970.html' title='Central Park 1970'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMvTPAnvfI/AAAAAAAAACM/oH8DmBKAoVQ/s72-c/CP70.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-7232034399414328186</id><published>2007-08-03T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:09:16.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samyama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Remedies'/><title type='text'>COMMUNING WITH FLOWERY SUBJECTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMuuPAnvcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dcpwh08boi4/s1600-h/Orchid406a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMuuPAnvcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dcpwh08boi4/s320/Orchid406a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094466975324159426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a relationship and unity between subject and object, consciousness and existence are imbued with the Divine Spark. On a certain level subject and object are one, there is a unity from a vibrational perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you commune, focus long enough, a flower will tell you how it wants to be photographed, from what perspective, and how it will look most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color matching when it comes to monitors and printing, it's sort of a mishigas, unless you use exotic metering matching equipment and software, is akin to voodoo. My solution is simple and eloquent, use kinesiology and and your inner self thru an o-ring test, " How should I adjust this color, so it will look and come out good". Then remember to write down your settings. Essentially you make a "O" with your thumb and forefinger. With the forefinger of your&lt;br /&gt;other hand, see how strong the ring holds, before you can pull it apart. Before you do this, ask yourself a question, " Do I need more red ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orchid above was taken at a recent orchid show, at the Coconut Grove Convention Center in Miami, Fl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMuufAnvdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/86H-k24w9Cw/s1600-h/flowerc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMuufAnvdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/86H-k24w9Cw/s320/flowerc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094466979619126738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One morning we were walking along Hollywood Beach (Fl.), and came across a planter with a flowering cactus. You would want to be really careful, should you ever desire to pick one of these blossoms. They have a delicate beauty of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMuuvAnveI/AAAAAAAAACE/uLl09pb2sMU/s1600-h/flower505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMuuvAnveI/AAAAAAAAACE/uLl09pb2sMU/s320/flower505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094466983914094050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago we were designing a network for a company in Dade City, Florida, not too far from Tampa. Right in front of the main entrance was magnolia tree in bloom. If you remember what the father of Gestalt Psychology,Fritz Pearls, said about the 'present moment'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study these flowers, and take a moment of presence to get the full benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychoimmunology is a term that applies to flower remedies. If you feel a photo of a flower can be beautifully calming and relaxing, try flower remedies, as well as essential oils and aromatherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alakananda Ma, http:/www.alandiashram.org , is an Ayurvedic practitioner and healer in Boulder Colorado who designed and works with Flower and Gem Remedies. I first met her during the early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sutras that mention that the Rishis learned the characteristics of herbs and medicinal plants thru the practice of Samyama. ( Deep focus and meditative concentration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos carry their own special vibration. See if you can experience this yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-7232034399414328186?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7232034399414328186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=7232034399414328186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7232034399414328186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/7232034399414328186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/communing-with-flowery-subjects.html' title='COMMUNING WITH FLOWERY SUBJECTS'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMuuPAnvcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dcpwh08boi4/s72-c/Orchid406a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-4038370936738826160</id><published>2007-08-03T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:20:18.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bo-Bo&apos;s Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York City'/><title type='text'>Bo-Bo's Chinese Restaurant on Pell Street  NY CITY 1970</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMrnfAnvbI/AAAAAAAAABs/0LqJOVDR2rU/s1600-h/BOBO70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMrnfAnvbI/AAAAAAAAABs/0LqJOVDR2rU/s320/BOBO70.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094463560825159090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Early 70's our favorite restaurant in New York's China Town was Bo-Bo's on Pell Street. The menu was up on a board, and even if there was a 30 to 45 minute wait, it was so very worth it. New York city is one of the largest of metropolitan small worlds. I had graduated from Georgia State College, you can see in the lower right, I'm taking a self portrait, to my right is a friend from GSC who had come up to visit, and to my right a fraternity brother and a friend of his, who had just happened to come by and was pleasantly surprised to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that year I met a young lady who was in my physical anthropology class, and a fellow my age who knew an art major who I had photographed a couple of years earlier for the Rampway, the GSU yearbook, but this will be the subject of another posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I was at a cinema in South Beach and we had been watching some Wong Kar Wai films on DVD. I was Googling Chinese cinema, and it turns out that Ester Eng, who had the restaurant next to Bo-Bo's was one of the early directors in Chinese cinema. She was as I had learned was a partner in Bo-Bo's, is is only an understatement which explains why we always saw these beautiful film actresses who ran the restaurant.  This but an understatement. They had a most definite presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say their Chow Gai Kew, was about the best I had ever tasted. My Brother Mel Stein, and his good friend from U. Mich, Paul Markham Khan were both actuaries and devotees of superb Chinese cuisine. They both were winners of the Society of Actuaries coveted "Triennial Prize" in sucession . Another pleasant memory of good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly it's difficult to find a good recipe for Gai Kew. At Bo-Bo's they had wonderful delicious  tender black mushrooms, baby corn, snow peas, and water chestnuts. Around the corner was our favorite place for steamed and baked bao, but that's for another posting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo-Bo's sadly closed a number of years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-4038370936738826160?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4038370936738826160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=4038370936738826160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4038370936738826160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/4038370936738826160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/bo-bos-chinese-restaurant-on-pell.html' title='Bo-Bo&apos;s Chinese Restaurant on Pell Street  NY CITY 1970'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrMrnfAnvbI/AAAAAAAAABs/0LqJOVDR2rU/s72-c/BOBO70.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327392696591177796.post-5471690587722695802</id><published>2007-08-01T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:44:11.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jellyfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Vasquez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia State College'/><title type='text'>Tactile Beauty &amp; Poison Dehydrating by the Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrCFu_AnvYI/AAAAAAAAABU/KWd_e3fM75M/s1600-h/jfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrCFu_AnvYI/AAAAAAAAABU/KWd_e3fM75M/s320/jfish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093718220790545794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We often would walk along Hollywood Beach in the early mornings. Jelly fish appear usually in late April or May. I found them to be a fascinating subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You almost want to touch them, but you can do this safely with your eyes. In Chinese cuisine , specially prepared jellyfish are a luxury. Consider this photo a colorful visual Rorshach test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a minute to contemplate it, and note the associations that come to your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrCGDfAnvZI/AAAAAAAAABc/KXS8PRXzCLE/s1600-h/jfish2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrCGDfAnvZI/AAAAAAAAABc/KXS8PRXzCLE/s320/jfish2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093718572977864082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The colors and resonant blue glow are an unnatural enhancement from photo editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's Muse can jump from poetry, to translation, to music to photography. When one writes a blog , consistency is often called for every time one's fingers touch the keyboard or press the shutter. It's somewhere between caressing one's muse or titillating it's  "B- Spot". (Blog Spot)&lt;br /&gt;For candid work, you do need a little chutzpah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is good for photography and the arts, because it helps one clear the mind, relax, understand and focus, but there is also a chaotic serendipity, that ties in with pressing the shutter button, tied in with fortuitous serendipity and instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether one is taking a video or a photo, you want to capture what you see uniquely, rather than what the camera sees. You hope to learn how to look at a subject either directly or through the viewfinder or these days, the LED screen. There's a process of vibrational communion, between photographer and subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started photographing in 1960, I suppose a bit more seriously when I acquired my first Konica 35mm rangefinder camera, I would take a roll of film to the drug store and get it processed.  During the mid 60's I acquired a Meopta enlarger from the Camera Barn in Manhattan. After my first year at Queens College, where I was on the collge newspaper staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Altanta, and finished my psychology degree at Georgia State College. I worked part time at Wing's Photo and acquired a Hasselbad 500C and Superwide C. I would attend the major fraternity parties every weekend, and have pictures ready for everyone Monday morning. The best feedback ever, "Did I do that ? ", "Is that me ? ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were fine cameras, but a little too heavy to schlep around in a camera bag. I became enamored of Leica rangefinder cameras, although I also had a Cannon Pellix and a Nikon F2.&lt;br /&gt;Leicas were quiet and after shooting a few hundred rolls , one acquires a sense of exposure, and using the right f-stop for depth of field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's photo collection is part of one's life. When I often went to the library to browse through photo books, the photographer was rarely there to tell me about his or her thoughts on the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to mention Henry Vasquez, who was the operations VP at Hollywood Federal Savings and Loan. Henry's major achievement was to put together the art collection for the new EF Hutton building in New York City, shortly before the junk bond fiasco. Henry had a taste that was spectacular. He caught a fatal illness went to Brazil for a heroic cure and his incarnation came to an end in 1991. I still have the catalog from EF Hutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood Federal was one of our clients, and I met Henry, and he offered to give me a tour of the art collection he assembled for the Bank. During the time of the Resolution Trust Corp, the S&amp;amp;L became an acquisition, along with the art collection. Where the collection ended up along with the collection at EF Hutton, remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6327392696591177796-5471690587722695802?l=photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5471690587722695802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6327392696591177796&amp;postID=5471690587722695802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/5471690587722695802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6327392696591177796/posts/default/5471690587722695802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoorthogonalblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/tactile-beauty-poison-dehydrating-by.html' title='Tactile Beauty &amp; Poison Dehydrating by the Ocean'/><author><name>Sheljay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15550906921356836604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_esUBR0dYfow/RrCFu_AnvYI/AAAAAAAAABU/KWd_e3fM75M/s72-c/jfish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
