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Founded in January 1135 and absorbed by the Cistercian order in 1147, later became famed for its sheep rearing and wool exports. Its church was said to be among the finest 12th-century churches in Europe.
Dissolved on 30 November 1538.
La vegetación parece absorber en su totalidad este monasterio, el primero creado por San Millán hace mas de un milenio.
Un magnífico paseo bien señalizado nos permite acceder a uno de los puntos mas bellos y emblemáticos de La Rioja.
Muy agradecidos a todos los amigos de flickr por los amables comentarios y premios a estas imágenes.
What is looking like an Inspection is in reality a search for Tiny Teddy in this Harley Shock Absorber. The two bears were on a walk through the neighborhood where they found this interesting "Spring" on a Harley motorbike. Curious Tiny Teddy was too tiny for this spring and fell through. HONDA came home crying and telling me what had happened. Fortunately we could get TINY out without any injuries.
And now the tiny little Trouble Maker got grounded for the rest of this week !
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
Photo taken October 13, 2022 and
Uploaded for the group
CrAzY Tuesday #MetalOrPlasticSprings
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Explore Worthy, Challenge 122 -Summer Garden.
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
“...Absorbed in the new scents, the sounds, and the sunlight...”
Detalles. Sólo detalles. No importa el frío ni la falta de sol. La fotografía es poderosa. Y nos absorve.
Détails. Détails Just. Peu importe ni froid, ni le manque de soleil. La photographie est puissant. Et elle nous absorbe.
Details. Just details. It does not matter the cold or the lack of sun. Photography is powerful. And it absorbs us.
Azul del cielo, azul turquesa del agua y amarillo de la arena... todo un espectáculo que me ha enamorado.
Mar, háblale a mi corazón de tu grandeza.
Cuéntame el cuento de lo constante, de la energía en movimiento.
Sáname con tu arrullo de nana marina, con tu bálsamo de sal que absorbe lo denso.
Háblale a mis células de su antiguo hogar, hace eones.
Susurra a mi niña interna tus canciones de sirenas y de ciudades sumergidas.
Enséñame a respirar, a inhalar y exhalar como tus corrientes internas.
Mar, vacíame de lo viejo, lléname de vida.
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Myriam Aram
absorbed by the enchantment produced by the water by that current of aquatic energy lost among the mountain of chestnut trees
During sunset, the snow-white walls of the monastery absorb sunlight.
View of the New Jerusalem Monastery from the wall.
The New Jerusalem Monastery is one of the most famous and revered monasteries of the central part of Russia, the main feature of which is that the Resurrection Cathedral located here was built in the image and likeness of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher on Calvary in Jerusalem, although the outer monasteries are completely different from each other.
In the Resurrection Cathedral, as in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem, there are three main shrines of Christians:
Golgotha is a small rock where Christ was crucified (in Greek the word "Golgotha" means a frontal place)
Cuvuclia - a small chapel with the Holy Sepulcher, the burial place of Christ
Temple of the Resurrection of the Savior, the place of the life-giving resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Golgotha, the place of the crucifixion of Christ, is located on the second tier of the temple; a staircase to the right of the main entrance leads to it. In a small room, a cross was installed, made in Jerusalem and the same size as the Jerusalem Cross of God. Also here is a stone with a crack imitating a rock that broke at the time of the Savior’s death, when the blood of Christ was shed on it.
On the west side, a rotunda was attached to the temple with a huge two-tier dome, in the center of which was built a cavern, that is, a chapel with the Holy Sepulcher. Here is a bed on which the body of Christ was placed in a cave on the side of Mount Calvary.
In the temple next to the entrance is the Stone of Anointing, to which the Savior’s body was transferred, when it was removed from the cross, here he was anointed with peace (fragrant oil) and prepared for burial.
In the New Jerusalem Monastery, as in Jerusalem, the entrance to the temple is located on the south side. In the eastern part is the underground church of Saints Constantine and Helena, located at a depth of six meters. The legend has been preserved that it was at such a depth that Queen Helen found the Life-giving Cross. The Israeli temple of Constantine and Helen carved into the rock.
“I have a lot of chameleon qualities, I get very absorbed in my surroundings.”
- River Phoenix
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTkUplF5VIE
AUTUMN LEAVES - Eva Cassidy & the London Symphony Orchestra
Now that Summer takes it's leave
and dragonflies fly off to places where I've never been
all that remains are faded remnants; leaves and weaves
of the empty spaces held fast between my dreams
The Autumn air smells cool and sweet
with rotten windfall apples and fruit
fly-blown and maggoty at my feet
intoxicating the air; stuck with prickly thistly hirsute
My eyes are drawn to narrow slits
peering between my lashes
the sentinels of pegs are pits
burned and coal-like; ombred ashes
The golden orb web spider's lacework
is spun and hanging out to dry
warm September sun a simmering perk
of the shimmering dream catcher that caught my eye
Sombre hues and orbs of light
fill the air with tangible tones
feelings are high; moods delight
a poet's dream felt deep in bones
Tread gently on the fallen leaves
make your footprint light
enrich the Earth will all it needs
go with the flow; embrace the endless night
For after Autumn, Winter follows
and the land falls asleep and hibernates
but Spring will come; fill up the hollows
and Summer will come to warm terracotta slates
The stillness of the evening; the peace and quiet
the quickening mood when Summer visitors flee
is felt very deeply in the fading riot
of flowers beneath the weeping willow tree
I shed not a tear at Summer's end
for every time comes and goes with reason
and I am a chameleon that twists and bends
and acclimatises to every season.
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M20 (often referred to as "Trifid nebula") is a collection of three different nebulae in the Sagittarius constellation, around 9000 light years from earth.
Not only is this a collection of three different nebulae; it’s also three completely different types:
- Dark nebula: this part consists of dark dust clouds that absorb/block any light from stars behind it. You can see this as the black lines in the center of the image.
- Emission nebula: this part consists of clouds of hydrogen that get ionized (think of it as getting energized and glowing) due to the presence of nearby stars. You can see it as the red'ish part of the image.
- Reflection nebula: this part consists of clouds of interstellar dust, which reflect the light of nearby stars. You can see this as the blue part of the image.
Setup:
Planewave CDK24
Moravian C3-61000 Pro
Planewave L-600
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12x600" Red
12x600" Green
12x600" Blue
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
B.M.
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ᴀᴍɪᴀs | ᴍᴏʜ sɴᴇᴀᴋᴇʀs
ʙᴏᴏᴅ'ᴜᴘ ᴘᴏsᴇs | ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴀʟᴋ
太陽が昇るとき、頂上から徐々に富士は紅色に染まり、夢中でシャッターを切りました。
When the sun rose, Mr. Fuji slowly dyed red from the top, and I was absorbed and cut the shutter.
Have a wonderful weekend!
May, 26, 2017
♫ Mood ~ Tritonal & LEVV - Medicine
A Crazed Girl
by William Butler Yeats
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, "O sea-starved, hungry sea.'
Look up into a white pine, and with a little luck you’ll see the nests of bald eagles near Wild Walk. This is your chance to climb into one of those nests. It’s the highest point of Wild Walk, and you’re invited to rest here and look out across a forest that stretches as far as you can see. It’s home to trillions of lives, spinning away forever. We share this world with all those lives. It’s fascinating to sit in the nest of a great bird, and absorb the view and all it houses.
Absorbé par un docu' sur l'univers, l'insomnie est son fléau
Les yeux sur un écran jusqu'à voir fluo
J'regarde par la fenêtre la Lune est verte
Plongé au confluent des époques
J'ai jamais voulu m'y faire, elle pleut
Tu me fais défier les lois du sommeil
Me retourner la nuit au point d'enlever les lattes du sommier
Le bruit des feuilles mortes qui rayent le trottoir
Mon reflet dans cette flaque mais j'peux plus me voir...
Glastonbury Tor is a hill at Glastonbury in the English county of Somerset, topped by the roofless St Michael's Tower, a Grade I listed building. The whole site is managed by the National Trust, and has been designated a scheduled monument.
The conical hill of clay and Blue Lias rises from the Somerset Levels. It was formed when surrounding softer deposits were eroded, leaving the hard cap of sandstone exposed. The slopes of the hill are terraced, but the method by which they were formed remains unexplained. Artefacts from human visitation have been found, dating from the Iron Age to Roman eras.
Les marquis de Savignac avaient un certain attachement à cette demeure ; mais le temps passant, absorbés par leurs activités militaires et par leurs occupations à la Cour de Versailles, ils négligèrent de plus en plus leur château de Savignac.
Le marquis Jean Louis de Lubersac, ayant émigré à la Révolution, ses biens furent confisqués et vendus. Le Château, la forge et le domaine furent acquis en 1819 par Louis Combescot, issu d'une famille de maîtres de forges et maître de forges lui même.
Lui et ses descendants firent déblayer les ruines irréparables dues à la vétusté et au manque d'entretien, puis s'efforcèrent de maintenir beauté et vie à cette demeure. Le classement du château parmi les monuments Historiques intervenu en 1979, a permis d'entreprendre les restaurations qui s'avéraient indispensables.
Il faut noter encore que la famille Combescot maintint et développa l'activité de la forge jusqu'à une date relativement récente : le haut fourneau fit couler sa dernière coulée en 1930 et les ateliers de fabrication de pointes et de clés de boîtes de conserves furent définitivement arrêtés en 1975.
La forge, classée Monument Historique, est maintenant la propriété du Département de la Dordogne. Celui-ci a entrepris un vaste programme de rénovation et de mise en valeur afin d'y créer un musée de l'ancienne métallurgie, très active dans la région.
Un grand merci pour vos favoris, commentaires, encouragements et critiques toujours très appréciés.
Many thanks for your much appreciated favorites and comments.
Winter Queen walks serenely and silently onward,
As if floating across frosted, muted landscapes.
Her floor trailing coat a cool watercolour flash,
Against a backdrop of silhouetted, bare branches and trunks,
Nodding seed heads on stalks,
And pale, grey skies that envelope it all.
Much of her is covered, her face exposed,
Brown skin glowing with beauty and warmth,
From a heart whose fire stays burning ever gently.
Her head turns one way and another to survey,
This precious wintry realm of stark splendour,
She made a promise to Autumn to keep and protect.
Her brilliant crown of snowflakes, stars and Winter roses,
Sits atop her afro of tight, silver curls,
Sparkling as it catches the meek light of the sunshine.
She is regal indeed, with an aura of nobility,
Not by birth, an inflated manmade construct,
But by nature’s hand, by earth’s seasonal wand.
She embraces her purpose with grace and wisdom,
Presiding over the cold and hardened earth.
Much of the natural world lies sleeping and biding,
Until time and warmth signal approaching Spring,
Tingling along patient roots, expectant stems,
Unfurling tendrils and hopeful buds.
She moves through Wintered woods, over snowy mounds,
looking for signs of creatures in hibernation.
Are they safe in their cosy, ecologically friendly homes?
Lying still beneath twiggy, mossy roofs?
Entwined in sleeping bags made of Autumn’s leaves?
Yes, she is satisfied they are biding their time too.
Signs of life remain on chilled earth and air,
Whilst others have sought out more hospitable climes.
Winter Queen has no favourites, but gains much joy and comfort,
From the valiant efforts of her winged and feathered friends.
How they flit and chatter, how they sing and soar,
How they commune and continue from dawn until dusk.
Her predominant responsibility is with the natural world.
However Winter Queen spares many a contemplation,
For the beings that live alongside and beyond hers,
For their world struggles for balance and this imbalances hers.
Love and kindness are in abundance there too,
But there also exists much anguish and injustice.
She sends her good wishes from within to without,
Calling on icy fractals to accept and absorb them,
Chilled, undulating airwaves to disperse and broadcast them.
She yearns for the people to heed the picture of Winter,
To see beyond the oils and pastels of it’s starkness,
For in it’s canvas are woven the themes for survival.
The fabric of love and life exist in their preservation,
In conservation, restoration and their essential protection.
For the continuance of the self, of humanity, of nature,
Of the gifts the universe has bestowed and made plenty.
Time taken to rest and to heal gathers strength,
And energy for future endeavours and strides.
Quiet pensiveness has descended over person, land and tree,
A calm introspection, remembrance and honesty.
But in earth’s stillness is a fruitful dormancy,
A preparation for growth and for challenges ahead,
A continuance of gentle but necessary proaction,
For with action comes hope and hope must survive.
Winter Queen will walk the earth, a beacon of reassurance,
Until the transition is upon her and temperatures begin to rise.
Nature’s excitement will grow and in the distance she will see,
Her sister Queen ready to embrace and to thank her,
To graciously receive the baton of hope and life,
For her task of conducting Spring’s mass awakening.
"January is the quietest month in the garden. ... But just because it looks quiet doesn't mean that nothing is happening. The soil, open to the sky, absorbs the pure rainfall while microorganisms convert tilled-under fodder into usable nutrients for the next crop of plants. The feasting earthworms tunnel along, aerating the soil and preparing it to welcome the seeds and bare roots to come."
- Rosalie Muller Wright, Editor of Sunset Magazine, 1/99
01-April-2023
As you can see in this upper part of the path, where the stony environment is always a great shoulder for the contrasts with the sky, the path, in front of me, is barely visible and little better (in terms of walkability) than what is off the path (like walking on stone eggs...), here the work of the ankles is considerable, moreover it is good to return to the part where the path is more visible before total darkness, as the references are very few (even with the headlamp I had with me).
Finally, remember that ice crystals, the ones that make up snowflakes, are completely white and therefore reflect light and colors almost 100%, while water droplets, which make up raindrops, mainly absorb light and refract it, coloring themself little or nothing but generating the rainbow which instead does not occur with completely snowy precipitations.
I did stand in the balcony for quite a long time to absorb all the beauties that day had to offer in silence and prayed with gratitude for the enormous gift, until the natural sunset lights almost faded and the city lights started appearing everywhere like breaking the silence in a very solemn moment.
I kept repeating dhikr in my heart- "Subhan-Allahi wa bihamdihi, Subhan-Allah-il-Azim" (Subhan-Allahi wa bihamdihi, Subhan-Allah-il-Azim" (Glory be to Allah and His is the praise, (and) Allah, the Greatest is free from imperfection); almost like a reflex, and with the feeling as if the whole world had paused for the moment.
I went back to my old childhood days - the first days of falling in love with the beauties of the creations; where sunset skies were perhaps the most inspiratory of all other nature elements I was attentive to - the days when I used to enjoy the enchantments every day standing on the rooftop with the whole sky above me and wondering with fascination how much beauties can this little world within the great universe out there hold. The days were good; sweet and good ❤️
PS. I finished my journey with 'The Hobbit' and it kind of left an unexpressable heartache inside me. It was a great adventure, after all.
My inspiration for this picture: I Miss You | Nathan Wagner
There is no Love without Pain only when you are willing to give all of yourself will you be able to feel true Love and lose yourself in it and become absorbed in it and see your divine light . . . . so love as if there were no tomorrow . . because life is too short to spend it without love in your heart.
Big thanks to Claudia222 that was so kind to pass me those gorgeous avatars,i hope to see more of her work soon,she is a fantastic and very kind artist! :))
Picture made under the influence of this super mystic and a bit glamrock song from Coldplay,have a look to this stunning video and let you completely get absorbed like i did...
Coldplay - Midnight
“I like the color of the Caribbean." I paused and absorbed the warmth of her smile before adding, "Dogs, not cats. Boxers, not briefs. Redheads over brunettes..." I glanced sideways at her, and she met my gaze. "I have a penchant for girls in velvet jackets... and I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
She choked in surprise, sputtered, and shook her head.
"You see? This is what I mean."
"What?"
"Nobody talks like that. I barely know you."
I was genuinely confused. Didn't girls like to hear this stuff? Besides, it was, conveniently enough, the truth. "Well, I talk like this. And you should be used to people telling you you're beautiful."
"Well, I'm not," she said, and she sounded like she was getting irritated with me again. The feeling was mutual.
I leaned against the wall and pulled up one knee. "Okay. I take it back. You are completely average. Dull, dull, dull. Unremarkable in every way.” ― Lies Beneath, by Anne Greenwood Brown.
Okay, so, this picture is different from others, it's not a blogging picture, I took it for fun with Hikaru, and I'm so glad by the final result. If you need any credits about anything in this picture, ask away.
Also: Thank you again, Hikaru, this is so magic I can't even put in words.