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"Cloud, meet Wave. Wave, meet Cloud" Here's what happens when a #curious #cloud decides to get close to a #wave to see what its liquid #counterpart looks like. #nofluff and all #greenliquid power. #nohanging in there and always #inmotion. #norain and #noplane but #allsurf and #allcurve Same parent, different #children #fluffy #clouds #bluesky #greenwave #greenwater #darkcloud #rocks #surfing #elements #kauai #hawaii #poipu #poipubeach #photobyjp (at Poipu Beach, Kauai, HI)

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"Message in the bottle" Found this #bottle while taking a #longwalk on a #deserted #beach in #kauai. It was just there, being gently #washedupontheshore, like in one of my favorite songs of #thepolice: #messageinthebottle, about #loneliness and the struggle to #communicate with others. There was no #message in that bottle other than we should stop #polluting our #environment by #throwing sh*t overboard. #kauaivacation #desertedbeach #dramaticsky #photobyjp (at Wailua River Mouth)

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"The long shadows" Sometime I barely remember when I was the only shadow. Then came @taimaruuu, so tiny, fragile, and mellow. "Being a father is forever", they say "I have time to enjoy it", you say. First smile, first step, first word, first b-day. And the next thing you know, it's his 18th birthday. The tiny shadow went from crawling... To climbing on my back, horse riding... To grabbing my leg to attempt walking... To dropping my hand, when parting 😢 His shadow is now as long as mine And he calls himself @taidollasign I smile remembering how it all started And as we hug, our shadows become connected. Proud father of @taimaruuu (at Polihale Beach, Kauai)

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18 years ago this #littleguy was born. Source of so much #joy and #happiness. From awesome #roadtrips to endless laughter at stupid puns. This #beautiful #light at the #bottom of #antelopecanyon reminds me of how much of #brightlight he's been in my life. Happy birthday @taimaruuu ! All along I thought that I was the teacher while it was he who taught me how to become a better person. #canyon #Arizona #page #lightfromabove #godlike #sand #love #photobyjp (at Antelope Canyon)

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Psychedelic @vegteri at #airfranceexpo (at Grand Palais Paris)

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BLUR Existence should be vivid. Moments frozen in tender details. I tried with aimlessly, Flipping through old photos, Receiving blasts of raw emotions, Revisiting in a flash, slices of past. Do I remember the kids effervescence, The whooshing of the wind, The sensation of a rhythmic vertigo, The mantra of motion? Why did I take that picture over and over? The hope that I could capture the still eye In a whirlpool of ever moving memories? That one time, I did! But sadly looking back, I realize that... Life is just a blur. #poetry #poem #nofilter #iphone #london #swing #memories #blur #motion #boy (at St James's Park)

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He shoots... I snore... It's 2:30 and 90 degrees in the Valley. That's where my son practices his hobby. He shoots arrows from his fancy bow, you see. He typically loves it, but it's 90 degrees in the Valley. While arrow after arrow shoot from his bow, Under the thick canopy of a tree, I lay low. Under a scorching sun, he goes back and fro, While I can barely keep an eye open for that tableau. The deflecting breeze makes him swear, As his projectiles end up here and not there, The same breeze is a caress and I can wear, As I relish laying down here and not there. The sounds of the passing cars on the nearby freeway, Must be a distraction and he wishes it could go away. The same sounds for me evoke a rushing river in May, Its white noise infusing me with a peace from a place faraway. Same place, different people, distinct experience. One thinks it's hell, the other feels bliss in all its brilliance. He's focused and wants to snag that high score. My mind wanders, half dreaming of a distant shore. His eye is closed, his arm is tensed, ready for one more, His fingers let go of the string. He shoots... I snore. #poem #poetry #archery #archer #bow #arrows #arrow #valley #hot #sleepy #iphone #woodleypark Photo creds go to @vegteri since I was even too lazy to take a picture that day.

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Weightlessness crashing down. #living #art #piece at the Centre Georges #Pompidou where every 1 minute a guy dressed in #black quietly, without a word, walks up a rotating spiral staircase, stand at the end if a platform and jumps into a 40-foot void. #black #weird #jump #amazing #paris #waoo (at Centre Pompidou - Musée National d'Art Moderne)

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A sight to melt the senses Everyday-life surprises when it throws bits of utter beauty, Anytime, anywhere, to anyone, but you need to be ready. It happened to me today, at a red-light in all places. Lost in a daydream, surrounded by cars and faces. That's when she appeared, cocooned in white and red, Bathed in a well of sunlight, she turned her head. Her cheery smile roused my five senses And stabbed at me like so many lances. From an earlier espresso and its lingering taste, To the smell of her neck in a hug delivered with haste, From the imagined touch of a kiss that never came, To my ears infused with a gentle ballad with no fame Then, the cars started to move when green turned the light Our paths had to diverge, breaking the spell of her sight. Don't be blind to the beauty that surrounds us. #sight #senses #weird #eye #closeup #poem #poetry #red #car #love #kiss #hug #espresso #neck #beauty #taste #sun

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Shadow on the wall. This picture was inspired by Pink Floyd 's 80s movie, The Wall. The wall was a metaphor for alienation. The shadow cast here is obviously the shadow of a tree but, one need little imagination to see a giant distorted hand. What feelings does that wall and hand induce in you? A stifling, claustrophobic wall in your way to better things? A malevolent claw of a hand ready to squash you? We don't chose the world around us, But we can decide how to perceive it. The glowing red of the wall was actually the reflection of the sunset, And the tree had its branches gently swinging in a warm breeze. While the air was infused by the sounds of kids laughter in the nearby playground. Forget about the 1/2 full, 1/2 empty glass, And just choose to see beauty and positivity in life. #wall #red #tree #pinkfloyd #shadow #claustrophobic #hand #iphone #life #poem #poetry #positive #halffull #beauty #sunset #oppressing

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It’s so freaking noisy! In my quest of becoming more creative, I decided to give meditation a shot. Tagging along at a yoga retreat, Nestled on the hills of SB’s backcountry, seemed to be the prefect spot. And so, seating on the grass, my back to a cherry tree, Inspired by the bucolic surroundings, I closed my eyes and started to focus on my breathing. Inhale… Feel the flow of air gently caressing your nostrils… Exhale… Surrender yourself to the healing breath… Stay with the breath… Think of nothing but the breath, going in and out… Focus on the breath… Chirp, tweet tweet! Was that a bird up there in the tree? Your focus has drifted away from your breath… Bring it back slowly to your breath… Creak… Creak.. Man, now it’s the crickets ! It’s ok, don’t judge when your attention moves away from your breath… Go back to the breath… In and out… Gong! OMG, is that the sound of a gong? It’s so f*ing noisy here! How am I supposed to meditate! Hmmm, that’s when the idea came to me… Forget the breath! And focus on the sounds instead. This type of meditation is all about mindfulness. Why not doing some mindful listening of the sounds of the canyon? From the sounds of far away cars, To the buzzing insects, To the tweeting birds, To the chanting yogis, To the blowing winds in the leaves, To the peaceful sound of my breath, All conspiring into a strange symphonic mélange of sounds. #nature #bee #insect #poem #iphone #flower #purple #meditation #mindfulness #symphony #poetry #canyon #yoga #breath #meditate #green #nature #music #tweet

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Reflection of my son. Reflection of me. Today I stole from my son. In fact, what you see above these words is the result of my theft. At brunch, he was mesmerized by the reflection of the sun in his glass. He angled it left and he angled it right to get the desired effect. He grabbed by phone and snap this shot. He likes abstract photography, just like me. Actually, he's curious about everything, just like me. He's a charmer and can be a bullsh*ter, just like me. He can be so self-centered and selfish, just like I was. Is my son a reflection of me or of the teenager I was? Does *he* have any choice about the man he will be? Do *I* have any choice about the adult he will be? Have I done sufficiently for him to avoid my mistakes? Maybe. Am I the father I wanted my father to be? Becoming a father forces a man to reflect on his own life. It makes him appreciate what his father did for him. Does he remember all the hugs, the games, the kind words? Or what only remains are the fights, dissension and screaming? What will remain of the time I spent with my son? In 2 years, he will be gone. Off to college, he will be free of the parental chaperon. It brings tears to my eyes to think of him gone. Mon petit bonhomme, maintenant un homme. #son #father #justlikeme #sad #abstract #iphone #reflection #glass #poetry #poem #homme #fils #papa

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Bulging eye and spiky cacti This uneasy combination forced in me the recollection Of "Un Chien Andalou"; Luis Buñuel's surrealist vision. The movie opens with a razor and a woman's eye slit open, which suggests that when it comes to mind yours ought to be open. When did I see that movie first? I bet it was in my high school philosophy class. That class opened my eyes and started a lifelong thirst. I'm now so grateful that it was a mandatory class. When I look back at the things that defined me, What was taught in that class are still with me. The teacher was unassuming, humorless and stoic, But his opening my eyes to the world was simply heroic. Maybe I was at an age when the universe finally started to make sense. Like a good novel, philosophy revealed so many mysteries I wasn't aware It also made me realize that my lack of knowledge was immense, But also whatever I wanted to know was available, ready to share. Some of the knowledge felt wonderfully dangerous. For the first time, contesting religion felt delicious. Established ideas and dogmas were annihilated and deconstructed To be replaced by something exquisite and worthy to be accepted. Ideas and concepts should be shared without fear, Even though narrow-minded people will have you hear That they are like spiky cacti Next to a bulging eye. #eye #cactus #cacti #philosophy #poem #poetry #class #surrealist #vision #dangerous #weird #idea #class #mystery #world

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#full version of the picture since my "magical" #wife (@vegteri) likes that version better. And yes, that's the sound of the crack of the #whip that you hear... :-) #love is that way sometimes.

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It was 18 years ago that I #married my #bestfriend @vegteri, in #Kauai, #Hawaii with no one else but us two. It was #magical then and it's still magical now. Looking forward to our outing this week in #santabarbara to properly #celebrate ;-)

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No exit? There's no escaping the grand, curved ceiling of the reception area / bar of the W hotel in downtown NY. Half Magic Mountain ride, Half psychedelic laser gun range, No one can help but gaze at the distorted firmament of light and darkness. Is the exit sign a safety feature or, A wink from the architect/designer? Exit or no exit, I made my way passed it, And exited the day into the white comfort of a duvet. #night #dark #exit #red #white #weird #design #architecture #sky #ny #nyc #whotel #w #darkness (at W New York Downtown)

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Reflection on the black marble floor of the cavernously sculpted ceiling of the reception / bar area of the W hotel in downtown NY (at W hotel, downtown NY)