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For Macro Mondays group theme "Label" [15-Jun-2020].
I want to apologize to flickr friends, and to flickr group-mates, for hardly ever leaving comments on their photos, and for not acknowledging and thanking those who leave comments on mine.
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Posting here to acknowledge Lori with so much thanks, and to point y'all to the collection she's made here, with pics that are far, far better than this one :D
Today, beneath my feet, I felt the ground grow less firm as it gave out beneath countless others. I think like many Europeans, today my heart breaks and bleeds, and my soul shivers in cold remembrance. Today, my gaze turns east in profound sorrow, and further east in abject horror.
I just wanted to take this moment and share this thought - the acknowledgment of what is happening. This is my metaphorical pause to think of the many whose lives are coming to an abrupt halt, and whose world is collapsing. I have to stop and acknowledge it somehow, before I carry on living.
I'm leaving this here with a tortured metaphor of a photo. Because not all beginnings can be positive spins on misfortune. And not all things can be phrased elegantly; what a clusterfuck...
Wilton Windmill, Wiltshire after sunset
I try to acknowledge each 50 increase in followers so having now just reached the 300 mark I thought I'd post this one. It's also of Wilton Windmill after sun set taken as I approached it before taking the star trails shot. I hadn't taken either of my telephoto lenses so had to shoot this on my 24-105mm using the 1.6 crop function. It's then been heavily cropped and enlarged using the ON1 Resize AI module to give what I think is a reasonable image given how much it's cropped. I loved the orange hue in the sky which made me pull over. I'm intrigued by what looks to be lighting on the windmill. It's not something I've added and I noticed a purple hue when shooting. When I got to the windmill there was no lighting on it but maybe they turn it off a little after sunset. I'll have to try to find out next visit.
To the 302 people who have chosen so far chosen to follow me on my journey as a Tog a sincere 'Thank You'. I hope you continue to find at least some of my photos worthy of your time viewing and commenting.
Thanks again. Steve.
© All rights reserved Steve Pellatt. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
Napier is a city on the eastern coast of the North Island of New Zealand and the seat of the Hawke's Bay region. It is a beachside city with a seaport, known for its sunny climate,esplanade lined with Norfolk pines, and extensive Art Deco architecture. For these attributes, Napier is sometimes romantically referred to as the "Nice of the Pacific".
The centre of Napier, destroyed by the earthquake, was rebuilt in the Art Deco style popular in the 1930s. Although a few Art Deco buildings were replaced with contemporary structures in the 1960s to 1980s, most of the centre remained intact for long enough to become recognised as architecturally important, and it has been protected and restored since the 1990s. Napier and the area of South Beach, Miami, Florida, are considered to be the two best-preserved Art Deco towns (with the town of Miami Beach, Florida, being mostly decorated in the somewhat later Streamline Moderne style of Art Deco). Beginning in 2007, Napier was nominated as a World Heritage Site with UNESCO. This is the first cultural site in New Zealand to be so nominated. It was denied World Heritage status in 2011 as it did not meet the appropriate criteria. Still, the report of the application acknowledged the Art Deco heritage as "first and foremost of outstanding value to all New Zealanders".
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Gluggafoss. Wikipedia says, "Gluggafoss is a waterfall in southern Iceland, specifically in the Fljótshlíð area. As the most prominent member of a series of waterfalls running from the river Merkjá, it is also known as Merkjárfoss; both names are acknowledged on an on-site signpost. The waterfall is accessible off Route 261, some 17.3 km from the closest major town, Hvolsvöllur, population 900 (which in turn is 106 km east of Reykjavík).
Gluggafoss has a total height of approximately 52 m and features two main drops: one for 44 m into a narrow recess, then another for a further 8.5 m (in three main channels). The cliff supporting Gluggafoss has an upper palagonite (or tuff rock) portion and a lower basalt portion. Distinctive of Gluggafoss' geology are the holes and tunnels formed by the river through the soft palagonite. Known in Icelandic as gluggar, or 'windows', these holes allow observers at the base of the waterfall to see partly obscured water flow. According to the on-site signpost, the upper half of the waterfall could be seen only through three such vertically arranged holes prior to 1947. Hekla, due roughly 30 km north-northeast, erupted in that year, filling the river Merkjá and the tunnels of Gluggafoss with volcanic ash; this severely diminished the waterfall's exterior visibility for decades. By the present day, however, erosion has undone the blockages".
When it is snowy and cold in Iceland, the habitual wind blows the spray onto the snow all around the waterfalls, turning it into ice making it almost impossible to get close unless you have proper crampons on. Our Yaktraks were very useful in general in a snowy Iceland but you wouldn't trust them on sloped ice like you found up the side of waterfalls. We gingerly made it under one side of the waterfall, amongst the icicles, with the full force of the water plummeting from above and splashing down in a thunderous roar right near us.
Celebrating life by acknowledging those who went before. Looking like a modern Caterina in a dress by I.M.Collection @ Sense and shoes from Ghee @ Fashion Essentials. Info & links on my Blog ~ aznanasfandangles.blogspot.com/2021/10/101921imc.html
I acknowledge it often seems more difficult to trust God than to obey Him. The moral will of God given to us in the Bible is rational and reasonable. The circumstances in which we must trust God often appear irrational and inexplicable….Obeying God is worked out within well-defined boundaries of God’s revealed will. Trusting God is worked out in an arena that has no boundaries. We do not know the extent, the duration, or the frequency of the painful, adverse circumstances in which we must frequently trust God. We are always coping with the unknown. - Jerry Bridges
It is likely deemed safe to walk on this wharf, but for me, it seemed like a precarious place to tread.
This 'wharf-over' leads out to a 1858 heritage fishing warehouse.
You will notice, the existing boardwalk was laid over the pre-existing, obviously rotting boardwalk.
Plus, some of the boards were actually decaying on the upper deck as well !
Semiahmoo Spit is a spit that protrudes from the westernmost expanse of shore on Semiahmoo Peninsula between Semiahmoo Bay and Drayton Harbor off the coast of Blaine in Whatcom County, Washington state. The spit is home to Semiahmoo Park
History
In 1858, prospectors came to the Semiahmoo area searching for the Fraser River. The spit seemed like a logical place to set up a post as a launching point for further exploration into the mainland. A trading post was soon established at the spit, and the owner drew up plans for Semiahmoo City. Semiahmoo was expected to become a migration boomtown, but it eventually developed into a fishing town, as the spit provided shelter for Drayton Harbor and an abundance of coastal resources. Whatcom County's first salmon cannery opened in 1881 in Semiahmoo; in 1891, the Alaska Packers Association was the largest salmon cannery in the world. Salmon canning was to be the main source of revenue in Semiahmoo until 1980, when the land was purchased by the land development corporation. Recently, a park with a small, seasonal interpretive center was built near the headland, and the Semiahmoo Resort and Golf Course was built near the spit.
Use of the spit by the Lummi Indian Nation, and current archaeological investigation
Because of its location, the spit provides access to countless resources that thrive in both the calm waters of Drayton Harbor, and the ocean currents through the Strait of Georgia. Historically, the Lummi Indian Nation used the spit for its natural resources; a major village was built on the spit. Today, shell midden is clearly visible in many places, on either side of the spit, as wave action has cut away at the shore, revealing historic artifacts.
Information as per Wikipedia
* Image taken from the shoreline of Semiahmoo, Blaine, Whatcom County.........across the strait are the shores of White Rock, British Columbia Canada.
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I would also, like to extend my thanks, to all those who place my images in their beautiful galleries, or use my images for their covers.
Additionally, I am truly humbled to receive so many thoughtful and generous testimonies. I cannot express how deeply touched and honoured I am, to find such caring and beautifully written words left on my behalf.
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Demons, evil and the Devil himself.
Believing in the devil is often seen as an inherent component of theistic belief in God. From a theological standpoint, the concept of the devil serves a number of crucial purposes.
Acknowledging the existence of the devil helps to explain the presence of evil and suffering in the world.
If God is all-powerful, all-knowing, and benevolent, why does evil persist? The belief in the devil provides an answer by positing that evil is the result of a fallen angel who opposes God's will and actively seeks to corrupt humanity.
This understanding allows believers to reconcile the coexistence of an all-loving God and the presence of evil in the world.
Every good story needs a villain. Without the Devil the "God story" doesn't work.
Honiton, Devon, UK.
Romancing the West Coast Winters - Frozen Waters
Calm, yet swift running Fraser River waters. Winter with the warmth of the golden sky, combined with the freezing cold of ice flow and frozen river edges.
Golden Ears Bridge spanning the Fraser River between Pitt Meadows & Langley, British Columbia
Canada
Ice of all shape and sizes sailing down the Fraser River from Northern British Columbia
The sound of the ice cracking as it flows by makes a magical sound.
The Fraser River is the longest river within British Columbia, Canada, rising at Fraser Pass near Blackrock Mountain in the Rocky Mountains and flowing for 1,375 kilometres, into the Strait of Georgia just south of the City of Vancouver. Wikipedia
British Columbia
Canada
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~Christie by the River
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'Don't be a copy, when you were born an original'
Always chase your dreams. Chase the sun. Look for the good, embrace it. Acknowledge the bad but let it go and embrace the beauty around you.
“It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.” —L.M. Montgomery
"If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never be fulfilled. If your happiness depends on money, you will never be happy with yourself. Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the world belongs to you." —Lao Tzu
✈️ : LeLoo's World
🎼: Chasing the Sun ~The Wanted~
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, you'll find us chasing the sun
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, you'll find us chasing the sun
And when the daylight's fadin'
We're gonna play in the dark 'til it's golden again
And now it feels so amazing
Can't see it coming, I will never grow old again
You'll find us chasing the sun
People are drawn to both light and water. The combination relieves stress, clears the mind and soul and brings a complete sense of peace.
Ships waiting in queue for Vancouver Harbour.
Vancouver, British Columbia
Canada
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~Christie (happiest) by the Oceanside :-)
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Old yellow, retired school bus, re-homed as seasonal blueberry picker's transportion vehicle
*Previous photo is an old red bus at the same location
Immediate background - winterized, dormant blueberry bushes.
Scene set against BC Coastal mountains
Rural Pitt Meadows
Pitt Polder
British Columbia
Canada
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Happy Holidays,
~Christie (happies) by the River
False Creek Ferries, are people movers that transport people to designated destinations along False Creek in the Heart of Vancouver, British Columbia
Canada
SPIRIT OF CY BALFRY - Built in 1998
Capacity 20 Passengers
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Find a sunset and there's a good change that you will find people
People are drawn to both light and water. The combination relieves stress, clears the mind and soul and brings a complete sense of peace.
Ship waiting in queue for Vancouver Harbour.
Pacific Ocean
**Note the illumination of the red drinking bottle that was attached to the baby stroller on the lower right side of this image.
Vancouver, British Columbia
Canada
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~Christie (happiest) by the Oceanside :-)
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Acknowledged as one of the world's premier aerobatic display teams, the Red Arrows are renowned throughout the world as ambassadors for both the Royal Air Force and the UK. So expect plenty of flair and precision-flying when the team takes to the skies above RAF Fairford to demonstrate their breath-taking close-formation flying. The team formed at RAF Fairford in 1965 and flew Folland Gnat jet trainers until 1980 when they transferred to the BAE Hawk T1.
Christian theology, therefore, is obliged not only to acknowledge but also to highlight the divine kenosis, referred to by a recent pope as “a grand and mysterious truth for the human mind, which finds it inconceivable that suffering and death can express a love which gives itself and seeks nothing in return.”…
… The kenosis of God is the ultimate reason why time is real and God is not-yet. Divine presence is humbly withheld to make room for time and hence the opportunity for something other than God to come into being…
… While I want to take into account as far as possible the experience of other religious traditions, I am obliged to start with the scandalous Christian belief that God is vulnerable and defenseless love. I cannot casually pass over the fundamental Christian belief that God has chosen to be identified with a crucified man who was fully subject to the terrifying irreversibility of time.
-God after Einstein What’s Really Going On in the Universe? John F. Haught
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a camera and a dash of artistic ambition is bound to stumble into trouble. And so it was today, I found myself with a camera in one hand, a bowl of my wife's pristine blueberries in the other, and a grand idea for Macro Monday's monochrome challenge in my head.
These were no ordinary blueberries. They were the kind that looked like they'd been polished by a team of dedicated pixies. Naturally, I thought, *Ah, the perfect subject for my next photographic masterpiece!* A still life of nature’s jewels, captured in exquisite detail with the ideal lighting.
With all the careful precision of a man blissfully unaware he's treading on very thin ice, I began arranging the blueberries. Each berry was meticulously positioned to catch the light just right, completely oblivious to the fact that I hadn't, in fact, consulted the rightful owner of said berries.
It wasn’t until I was repositioning the blueberries and adjusting the aperture for the fifth time that I felt it—a prickling sensation, as if I were being watched by something small, furry, and possibly venomous. Slowly, with the reluctance of a man who suspects he's just made a significant tactical error, I turned my head.
There, in the doorway, stood my wife. Her expression was a masterpiece in its own right—a blend of disbelief and what can only be described as murderous calm. "Those," she said, her voice as sweet as unsweetened lemon juice, "were my blueberries."
In my defense, I managed a sheepish grin that might have charmed a less formidable opponent. But my wife is made of sterner stuff, and her gaze remained fixed, unwavering, and utterly devoid of amusement.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the universe itself holding its breath. The blueberries, lying innocently on the board, seemed to mock me with their juicy perfection. I knew then that I was a man in deep, deep trouble.
"Would you like them back?" I ventured, scraping them off the bench into a bowl & holding it out as though offering a peace treaty.
Her eyes flicked from the blueberries to me, then back again. And with an eye roll that said more than any words could possibly convey, she turned and left, leaving me with my camera, my artistic aspirations, and the distinct feeling that some berries are best left uneaten—but certainly not unused.
PS. - my wife wasn’t really that worried about it, she is used to my photography quirks , but why ruin a good story with the facts when it can be embellished 😉
Food Truck - Street Eats - Street Food - Street Vendors
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I don't have images of birds in flight, but I have to acknowledge a hero from my childhood, Chuck Yeager, who died yesterday - Dec. 7 for those who've forgotten - at the age of 97. He was what legends are made of: Chuck Yeager was a United States Air Force officer, flying ace, and record-setting test pilot who in 1947 became the first pilot in history confirmed to have exceeded the speed of sound in level flight. He was the right stuff, the stuff for a 7 year old that comic book heroes are made of.
I saw this Raven acknowledge the cries of other Ravens as it tilted its head and beak to the heavens and belted out some caws of its own. I found this bird on Bishops Beach in Homer and I sat and watched it for a time. I'm beginning to notice a lot of birds will flick their nictitating membrane when they make their calls.
Taken 12 May 2019 at Homer, Alaska.
I will acknowledge the fact that my opponent does not expect me to win, but I will NEVER surrender. Weakness will not be in my heart. I will arrive at the cutting edge of battle and win by any means at my disposal!
I accept the fact that my team expects me to move faster and fight harder than our opponent; NEVER shall I fail my teammates. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong and morally straight...and I will shoulder more than my share of the task whatever it may be...100%
Who am I?
I am a CHAMPION!
~Motivation~
*Working Towards a Better World
When are we going to understand the real problem of the shortage of water and how it is a global issue?
The Water Project
thewaterproject.org/water_scarcity
Web of Creation - Ecology Resources
Problems: Fresh Water & Oceans in Danger
www.webofcreation.org/Earth Problems/water.htm
WWF
www.worldwildlife.org/threats/water-scarcity
Sci Dev Net
www.scidev.net/global/water/multimedia/water-shortages-en...
Policy.Mic
mic.com/articles/111644/why-water-shortages-are-the-great...
I am sorry there seems to be so much to do, I will be back later to visit your works just give me a little time please.
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo❤️
1937 Packard, Custom coachbuilt by Rollston
Rollston Company
Harry Lonschein (1886-1977), an ambitious 16-year-old Romanian immigrant, found employment at Brewster & Co, one of the country’s oldest carriage makers in 1903. At that time Brewster was making the transition from one of the country’s oldest carriage makers to one of its first automobile body builders. In addition to building their own Knight sleeve-valve-engined car starting in 1915, Brewster was the NY agent for Delaunay-Belleville and later Rolls-Royce. During his employment there, Lonschein gained a lot of experience building high class enclosed bodies on the world’s finest chassis. At about the same time that Rolls-Royce opened their Springfield, Massachusetts assembly plant in 1921, Harry, along with a couple of partners, Sam Blotkin and Julius Veghso (1874-1964) formed the Rollston Company and moved into a building located on West 47th Street. They paid homage to their favorite chassis by naming the firm after it, and set out make the highest quality bodies possible. Veghso, a graduate of Andrew F. Johnson’s carriage drafting course, and a very experienced coachbuilder had founded the Perfect Body Co., an early coachbuilder who built bodies for Singer and other luxury chassis. Lonschein served as president, Blotkin, its secretary-treasurer, and Veghso the firm’s designer, draftsman and general superintendent of the factory.
Rollston’s bodies were acknowledged as the strongest of the classic-era and like the work of their favorite chassis, were over-engineered in the finest carriage-building tradition, using only the finest materials and castings. Their fine work attracted the attention of Grover C. Parvis, the Custom Body Manager of Packard's New York dealership.
Packard would become their best customer, and over the next 20 years, the vast majority of the 700 bodies built by the firm would appear on Packard chassis.
Coachbuilt.com
(sitting next to it is a 1910 Oakland, and too pretty to take out)
I would like to acknowledge the assistance of the Great Horned Owl in taking this photograph, as the Owl was the subject of the Crow's wrath. Crows are often aggressive towards Hawks and Owls, and usually perch high. This one was kind enough to perch on a lower branch. I always find them hard to photograph... Seen today at the Loch, Central Park, New York.
The Idea is That People Should Look A Certain Way in the Face of Tragedy
Thomas Hoepker/Magnum Photos/Harry Ransom Center
During the 9/11 attacks in NYC, Magnum photographer Thomas Hoepker shot what is perhaps the most controversial image created that day: a photo that appears to show a group of young people casually enjoying themselves while the World Trade Center burns in the background. Hoepker kept the image under wraps for four years and then caused quite a stir after publishing it in a 2006 book. Columnist Frank Rich wrote in the New York Times that “The young people in Mr. Hoepker’s photo aren’t necessarily callous. They’re just American.”
Three days after Rich’s column in the NYT, The Slate published an email from Walter Sipser, a Brooklyn artist and the man on the right hand side of the photo. Sipser had harsh words for both Hoepker and Rich:
We were in a profound state of shock and disbelief, like everyone else we encountered that day. Thomas Hoepker did not ask permission to photograph us nor did he make any attempt to ascertain our state of mind before concluding five years later that, “It’s possible they lost people and cared, but they were not stirred by it.” Had Hoepker walked fifty feet over to introduce himself he would have discovered a bunch of New Yorkers in the middle of an animated discussion about what had just happened. He instead chose to publish the photograph that allowed him to draw the conclusions he wished to draw, conclusions that also led Frank Rich to write, “The young people in Mr. Hoepker’s photo aren’t necessarily callous. They’re just American.” A more honest conclusion might start by acknowledging just how easily a photograph can be manipulated, especially in the advancement of one’s own biases or in the service of one’s own career.
Photographer Colin Pantall wrote a blog on this issue and how we look at images with expectations:
"The idea is that one should look a certain way in the face of tragedy, part of the simplistic narrative that is expected of people when they are part of a photograph – a simplistic narrative that does not have an equivalence in writing. Here it is easy to explain the contrast between the glorious sky and the casual dress, the trappings of the picnic and the relaxed poses. These are all allowed to happen, but when it comes to a photograph, God forbid if anybody is caught doing anything that lies outside a very narrow band of expected responses.
petapixel.com/2024/07/12/thomas-hoepker-who-shot-9-11s-mo...
Acknowledging the many deaths over these last few months: Be it friendships i had to let go of, spiritual and/or emotional deaths - RL and SL. Clarification: This is not about a physical death of anyone - it's symbolic.
We acknowledge the Mary Valley, Queensland as home of the Kabi Kabi peoples, the Traditional Custodians, whose lands and waters we all now share, respect and love. And here in this place in the Yabba Valley, we specifically recognize the Baiyambora clan as its traditional residents.
We recognise that this territory with its plateaux and gorges, valleys and ranges has always been a place of cultural, spiritual, social and economic significance. And in that culture there was a diversity of art forms, some functional, some educative, some creative, which together, expressed and sustained their culture. So we continue to respect work of Aboriginal artists, their aspirations and expressions, and acknowledge that in the past, at present, and into the future their contributions have, are and always will be part of Australian heritage.
That heritage is all about us, right now. Here at "Art on Yabba" beside "Wild Vine Café" in Imbil, Australia:
“Imbil” – water-bearing wild vine of the softwood scrubs.
“Yabba” – Brachychiton discolour – bush tucker, scrub bottle tree, lacebark kurrajong. Alexander Swanson, a Scot who took up the Yabba Run, inquired of the Baiyambora people the name of the tree whose pink and red flowers are dropped into the creek daily at this time of year. "Yabba", was the reply – thus he named his sheep station and by extension, Yabba Creek, Yabba Road, Yabba Falls, Yabba Range.
And then there is Brachychiton bidwillii, a related species with its rich pink flowers. It is generally a smaller tree and commonly called dwarf kurrajong, but we call it “Little Yabba”.
For the Month of March, we wanted to acknowledge our wonderful library curator, Kourosh, aka DemonSeaman, as our Roleplayer of the month! Constantly on sim in hopes for roleplay, always friendly and kind, and wonderfully welcoming! Thank you so much for being part of the TMR family! We are so happy and proud to have you!
On a cold and windy day the sun is shining, sitting in the cold grass just accompanied by a couple of almost bare trees, looking at the water hasty passing on it's way to the north sea, the water surface marked with soft ripples, glittering when ever the sun hits, trying to keep my hands warm by holding them around a mug of hot tea, enjoying the peaceful moment, far far away starlings is gathered, as one huge ghostly silhouette they dance a elegant ballet for my pleasure only, on the other side of the field a marsh harrier silently floats low above the reed beds searching for prey, it's moments like this that makes me inhale deeply, grateful I acknowledge the wonder of nature, appreciate the healing power with all of my heart
www2.sns.dk/Udgivelser/2005/87-7279-628-6/pdf/87-7279-627...
The Abrahamic religions acknowledge Ezekiel as a prophet. According to the narrative, Ezekiel prophesied the destruction of Judah's capital city Jerusalem. In 587 BCE, the Neo-Babylonian Empire conquered Jerusalem, destroyed Solomon's Temple, and sent the Judahite upper classes into the Babylonian captivity.
However, Ezekiel also prophesied the eventual restoration of the Jewish people to the Land of Israel. It is believed he died around 570 BCE; Ezekiel's Tomb is a Jewish religious site in Mesopotamia. Three decades later, in 539 BCE, the Persian empire conquered Babylon and the Edict of Cyrus repatriated the exiles.
The name "Ezekiel" means "God is strong" or "God strengthens" in Hebrew.
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezekiel
Авраамічні релігії визнають Єзекіїля пророком. Згідно з оповіданням, Єзекіїль пророкував знищення столиці Юдеї Єрусалиму. У 587 р. до н. е. Нововавилонська імперія завоювала Єрусалим, зруйнувала храм Соломона і відправила юдейські вищі класи у вавилонський полон.
Однак Єзекіїль також пророкував остаточне відновлення єврейського народу в землі Ізраїлю. Вважається, що він помер близько 570 року до нашої ери; Гробниця Єзекіїля — єврейське релігійне місце в Месопотамії. Через три десятиліття, у 539 році до н. е., Перська імперія завоювала Вавилон, а едикт Кіра повернув вигнанців на батьківщину.
Ім'я «Єзекіїль» на івриті означає «Бог сильний» або «Бог зміцнює».
A day to acknowledge the role that squirrels play in nature and the environment all over the world.
And some more information about these lovely critters HERE!
Feeding Red Squirrel / Europäisches Eichhörnchen (Sciurus vulgaris) in Botanical Garden, Frankfurt
for an enjoyable and peaceful Sunday!
Calm is a state that begins within, but it’s highly influenced by external factors. Be mindful of the power of those influences to better preserve the calm. They can’t always be changed but even acknowledging them improve our state of mind.
"Acknowledge and take to heart this day that the Lord is God in heaven above and on the earth below. There is no other."
Deuteronomy 4
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Snowbirds- 11-Ct-114 Tudors starting up the engines
Boundary Bay Air Demonstration
British Columbia
Canada
The Snowbirds, officially known as 431 Air Demonstration Squadron are the military aerobatics or air show flight demonstration team of the Royal Canadian Air Force. The team is based at 15 Wing Moose Jaw near Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. The Snowbirds' official purpose is to "demonstrate the skill, professionalism, and teamwork of Canadian Forces personnel". The Snowbirds are the first Canadian air demonstration team to be designated as a squadron.
The show team flies 11 CT-114 Tutors—nine for aerobatic performances, including two solo aircraft, and two as spares, flown by the team coordinators. Approximately 80 Canadian Forces personnel work with the squadron full-time; 24 personnel are in the show team that travels during the show season. The Snowbirds are the only major military aerobatics team that operates without a support aircraft.
The Snowbirds continue the flying demonstration tradition of previous Canadian air force aerobatic teams, which include the Siskins, the Blue Devils, the Golden Hawks, and the Golden Centennaires.
Number 431 Squadron formed on 11 November 1942, at RAF Burn (in North Yorkshire), flying Wellington B.X medium bombers with No. 4 Group RAF Bomber Command. The squadron moved to RAF Tholthorpe in mid-1943 as part of the move to bring all RCAF squadrons into one operational group – No. 6 Group RCAF – and converted to Halifax B.V four-engined heavy bombers. In December 1943 the squadron moved to RAF Croft where it was re-equipped with Halifax IIIs and later, Lancaster B.X aircraft. The squadron moved to RCAF Station Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, after the war, disbanding there on 5 September 1945.
Info: Wikipedia
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGyOaCXr8Lw
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I appreciate your visits & kind words of support.
~Christie by the River
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This Knight is acknowledging the crowd, as he takes a victory lap of the tiltyard.
This was taken in the summer, at 'The King Henry Vlll Joust' at Hampton Court Palace.
I was wondering if anyone can Spot something about this Knight, that isn't quite 16th century?
HD Pentax-DA 55-300mm f4.5-6.3 ED PLM WR RE
Pentax K3 mk lll
Acknowledge and take to heart this day that the Lord is God in heaven above
and on the earth below. There is no other. - Deuteronomy 4:39
It would be remiss of me not to acknowledge the passing of Jane Goodall. She was an inspiration to me, as she was to the world, when I was a young biologist
Jane Goodall (1934–2025)
Pioneer, primatologist, and lifelong advocate for animals and the environment. Her groundbreaking work with chimpanzees transformed our understanding of the natural world and inspired generations to protect it. Through the Jane Goodall Institute and Roots & Shoots, her legacy continues to guide us toward compassion, conservation, and hope.
We need more Jane Goodall's in the world. Hopefully her legacy will continue to inspire compassion and our understanding that animals are sentient beings -sharing emotions and connections closer to ours than we dare imaging.
And we must ask ourselves: what are the consequences if we truly accept this?
Taken in Koh Yao Noi, Thailand
I've been meaning to acknowledge the Grand Canyon Centennial - 100 years in the National Park Service - by posting a photo. I went through the archives looking for something nice that I hadn't previously posted. I have a photo very much like this one on my photostream, but it isn't this one. This was taken 3 years ago from the top of the Red Wall near the Tanner Trail. IMO one of the best views in a place full of wonderful views.
Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona
This piece was created in response to a call out for submissions for a Batik Guild exhibition on the theme of 'Patterns of Change.'
An artistic response to climate change.
Typically I finished this not far from the deadline and submitted my photo and application for judging.
'This work started with me quite freely making marks, spontaneously playing with the batik process. There arose a playfulness in my thoughts that began to take form in the work being created, like converging energy flows running their own course then uniting as one.
It relates to the theme of patterns of change by acknowledging, with a childlike sense of wonder our need to live harmoniously and at one with nature.'
Glad to say that it's been accepted and will be exhibited alongside the works of other guild members in the gallery of the Naples Botanical Gardens in Florida, USA from May 4th to June 30th 2024 and is part of the International Year of Batik celebrations.
Multi-layered batik on mono-printed habotai silk - 44cm x 44cm (60cm x 60cm in frame)
Greg Brown ~ Lull It By
Autumn truly is a special time of the year, especially among us photographers. The rules [always] seem to be traditional [perhaps by the dominant ideological and sociological perspectives of the roles of acknowledging [only] the positives to a particular matter] with photographing autumn and fall colors -- capture ONLY the best. While it is imperative of capturing such captivating scenes, we oftentimes forget what such beauty has gone through; what is its exact opposite?? Can we ever acknowledge such beauty's opposite?? Why should I or we?? Well, after all, isn't fall itself the embodiment of death?? Trees shed their leaves. Leaves decompose and change their colors. The season that comes after fall is even colder in its demeanor [no pun intended]. Haha. Winter brings nature to its knees; so, it...
Photo captured via Minolta Maxxum AF Macro 50mm F/2.8 Lens. City of Spokane. Spokane County, Washington. Inland Northwest. Early November 2022.
Exposure Time: 1/320 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-800 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: None * Color Temperature: 4750 K * Color Grading: Gothic Halloween LUT 10
We have made it to February, traditionally one of the coldest and most unpleasant months of the year. This year, adding insult to injury, we have limited options to get away to somewhere warm and sunny, or embrace outdoor activities. It’s okay to acknowledge the ongoing cost the pandemic has on us; it doesn’t dismiss our gratitude for how fortunate we have been compared to others. To paraphrase athlete Robert Green, we will stay steady, taking the rough with the smooth.
Looking over the shore of Loch Leven, at Glencoe in the Scottish Highlands, the harsh yet stunning mountain terrain to the north gives a hint of the nearby Ben Nevis.
Possibly Scotland’s most historic glen, and recently acknowledged as its most romantic, it was also used for filming part of the third Harry Potter film, ‘Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban’.