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My favored birding guide describes the Green Heron as a short and compact bird that usually appears neckless. That could explain why the baitfish are always so surprised to find themselves struck by an unnoticed predator from more than a foot above.
Although it may appear otherwise, this panorama does not depict a Thai coastal landscape.
Instead, we are looking at the Si Nakharin Dam, the largest reservoir in western Thailand.
This 1,534 km² reservoir, fed by the famous River Kwai, was completed in 1980. It not only regulates the river's flow but also supplies the greater Bangkok area with up to 1,185 GWh of electricity annually via its 720 MW hydroelectric power plant.
In the background, you can see the mountains of Chaloem Rattanakosin National Park, which I plan to explore more closely on my next visit to this area.
This photo was taken on the way to the Mae Khamin Waterfalls, which I will introduce to you in more detail shortly.
Auch, wenn es den Anschein erweckt, so zeigt dieses Panorama keine thailändische Küstenlandschaft.
Statt dessen blicken wir hier auf die Si-Nakharin-Talsperre, den größten Stausee im Westen von Thailand.
Dieser 1534 km² große Stausee, der vom berühmten Fluss Kwai versorgt wird, wurde 1980 fertig gestellt. Er reguliert nicht nur den Abfluss des Flusses sondern versorgt mit seinem 720 MW Wasserkraftwerk den Großraum Bangkok mit jährlich bis zu 1185 GWh Strom.
Im Hintergrund sieht man die Berge des Chaloem Rattanakosin Nationalparks, den ich mir bei meinem nächsten Besuch in dieser Gegend einmal genauer ansehen werde.
Dieses Foto entstand übrigens auf dem Weg zu den Mae Khamin Wasserfällen, die ich Euch in Kürze näher vorstellen werde.
It appears to be a vast hole that can take in an endless stream of water, but it's a lava tube that empties into the ocean. The action is great at high tide as the waves rush in, cover it, and then it all drains away into Thor's Well.
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I was out yesterday looking for something interesting to shoot. I happened to find this gate sticking out into the water with a perfect reflection, so the lines appear to converge on each other. The added bonus was the sun setting in the background.
It appears we are looking up a hill at an Elk with the sky in the background but what we are actually looking at is down a hill with a lake behind her.
It appears these two old tires were too worn out to make it across the bridge. In The Marbut Bend recreational area near Alkmont, Alabama
The Wise old Owl appears from deep inside his burrow.
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SALVATION THROUGH FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST - ALONE!
12 Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved."
❤️❤️ IT'S ALL JESUS AND NONE OF OURSELVES! ❤️❤️
16 I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the SALVATION of everyone WHO BELIEVES: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile. 17 For in the gospel a RIGHTEOUSNESS FROM GOD IS REVEALED, a righteousness that is by FAITH FROM FIRST TO LAST, just as it is written: "THE RIGHTEOUS WILL LIVE BY FAITH." (Romans 1:16-17)
16 KNOW that a man is NOT justified by observing the law, but by FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST. So we, too, have put our faith in Christ Jesus that we may be JUSTIFIED BY FAITH in CHRIST and NOT by observing the law, BECAUSE BY OBSERVING THE LAW NO ONE WILL BE JUSTIFIED. (Galatians 2:16)
1. Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand. 2. BY THIS GOSPEL YOU ARE SAVED, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain.
3. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, 4. that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, 5. and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. 6. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. 7. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, 8. and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.
9. For I am the least of the apostles and do not even deserve to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. 10. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them--yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me. 11. Whether, then, it was I or they, this is what we preach, and this is what you believed. (1 Corinthians 15:1-11)
7. Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8. All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9. I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10. The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
1 Brothers, my heart's desire and prayer to God for the Israelites is that they may be saved. 2 For I can testify about them that they are zealous for God, but their zeal is not based on knowledge. 3 Since they did not know the righteousness that comes from God and sought to establish their own, they did not submit to God's righteousness. 4 Christ is the end of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes.
5 Moses describes in this way the righteousness that is by the law: "The man who does these things will live by them." 6 But the righteousness that is by faith says: "Do not say in your heart, 'Who will ascend into heaven?'" (that is, to bring Christ down) 7 "or 'Who will descend into the deep?'" (that is, to bring Christ up from the dead). 8 But what does it say? "The word is near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart," that is, the word of faith we are proclaiming: 9 That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved. 11 As the Scripture says, "Anyone who trusts in him will never be put to shame." 12 For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile--the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him, 13 for, "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." (Romans 10:1-13)
Jesus came to bring spiritual LIFE to the spiritually dead and set the captives FREE! FREE from RELIGION, ERROR and outright LIES, so WE might serve THE LIVING GOD! In SPIRIT and in TRUTH!
So you'll KNOW, and not think you're to bad for God to love. The Christian LIFE isn't about how good WE are, because NONE of us are! It's about how GOOD JESUS IS! Because JESUS LOVES US, so much he died in our place and took the punishment for all of our sins on himself. The wages of sin is DEATH, and Jesus took the death WE so richly deserved for us and died in our place. The good news is, there's no more punishment for sin left. WE, you and I were all born forgive as a result of the crucifixion of God himself on the cross that took away the sins of the whole world. All we have to do is believe it, and put your Faith in the finished work of Jesus Christ. That my friends is REAL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! YOU ARE LOVED. ❤️ ✝️ ❤️
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As I was driving one evening I see in the distance this wheat field appearing to be glowing in the distance. I drove down a road that we call Mud Lane and found this. Something about the sun shining through the heads produced this.
Appears some debate these days what kind of Redpolls are about, Lesser, Mealy, Common etc. So will just leave it a Redpoll
This guy appeared outside of my second-floor home office window yesterday while I was in a meeting. I wasn't directly participating, so I figured I wouldn't be missed for a couple of minutes... I grabbed my camera (which sits next to my desk for occasions like this) and fired off a bunch of shots, with a number of keepers among them. I just love the way the background turned out... Glendale, Missouri
Happy Daytona 500 day! Not often can I combine my hobbies, but I had an excuse to do so while aimlessly driving through New Castle, Indiana, on Sept. 28, 2021, when I spotted this Tony Stewart car parked near the NS main. The gates came down before I had a chance to think about how cool it would be to get them both in one shot, and a common NS dash 9 passed leading 197 moments later. Sadly, Tony never won the 500, but he is in the broadcast booth for the race today. And this car no longer be appears to be in this spot according to Google Maps Streetview.
EN: The photographer was completely surprised when the last Re 4/4 II in "Swiss-Express livery" appeared in front of train 915 on the morning of 28.03.2021. According to plan, a normal red Re 4/4 II would have been assigned, but apparently there was a change.
The locomotives in this livery, along with matching type EW III carriages, were to herald a change in Swiss long-distance traffic in the 1970s. The Swiss Express was the SBB's showpiece train at the time, serving the SBB's most important transport axis, the Geneva-Lausanne-Bern-Zurich-St. Gallen route. Unfortunately, not much remains of that time and only 2 locomotives still exist in this colour scheme. Due to its advanced age, however, only locomotive 11109 is still used as scheduled, 11108 meanwhile leads a survival with overrun and towing trips. It is not known how long these two unique locomotives will continue to exist, but the time of the Re 4/4 II has definitely also passed.
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DE: Völlig überrascht war der Fotograf als am Morgen des 28.03.2021 die letzte Re 4/4 II in "Swiss-Express-Lackierung" vor dem Zug 915 auftauchte. Planmässig wäre eine normale rote Re 4/4 II eingeteilt gewesen, doch anscheinend gab es eine Änderung.
Die Loks in dieser Farbgebung sowie passende Wagen des Typs EW III sollte in den 70er Jahren eine Wende im Schweizer Fernverkehr einläuten. Der Swiss Express war damals der Paradezug der SBB, er bediente die wichtigste Verkehrsachse der SBB, die Strecke Genf–Lausanne–Bern–Zürich–St. Gallen. Leider ist von dieser Zeit nicht mehr viel übrig geblieben und es existieren nur noch 2 Loks in dieser Farbgebung. Aufgrund ihres fortgeschrittenen Alters wird aber planmässig nur noch die Lok 11109 eingesetzt, 11108 führt mittlerweile ein Überleben mit Überfuhr- und Abschleppfahrten. Wie lange die beiden Unikate noch existieren ist nicht bekannt, doch die Zeit der Re 4/4 II ist definitiv auch abgelaufen.
Every Autumn beautiful, unusual small nuts appear in the British larder.
They are not dissimilar to a hazelnut, but should not be mistaken for them; the Cobnut is a nut in its own right.
They are super-delicious fresh but can also be dried and eaten later in the season.
Cobnuts, filberts, hazelnuts are all varieties of the Corylus family.
They grow in Britain and can be found fresh from early Autumn, or dried and processed for using year round.
Cobnuts are very distinctive in their pretty, downy cover which, when fresh, is easy to remove as is the shell of the young nut.
Once they begin to dry the shell toughens yet will still only need a sharp tap to break.
When young, the green cobnuts have a taste very similar to coconut and as they mature and become golden, they are much sweeter and juicier.
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
The common name of this species of fungus that typically appears as a round piece of black coal-lik ball attached to a dying or dead tree trunks and branches is King Alfred’s cakes. This name originates from legend that King Alfred (who ruled in 9th century) was mistaken for a soldier by a peasant woman in the house were he was seeking a refuge after the battle. She asked him to look after cakes baking on the fire but he fell asleep…, well, another name for these fungi are coal fungi. Whether this story is true or not difficult to say because it was first told 100 years after the King lived, but the name sticks to the fungus forever.
The scientific name of this common and widespread saprotrophic fungus is Daldinia concentrica. The genus Daldinia is named in honour of Agostino Daldini, a Swiss clergyman and botanist. The specific epithet ‘concentrica’ is self-explanatory if you look at the image above showing concentric rings of the fungal body. This is where black spores are matured and then driven up to the surface and expelled outside through tiny openings. The concentric rings are thought to reflect seasonal growth like tree rings - so it is likely to be about 12 years old. Majority of trees were planted here in 2000. This fungus, when dry, can be used as tinder to light fires, hence another name the tinder bracket.
This specimen was neatly sliced in half by a chainsaw I think when this ash tree trunk was fell down and cleared of branches; a cut through the branch seen on the left. Massive clearance is taken place in this Community Woodland as part of removal ash trees infected with dieback fungus, as well as general maintenance. Primrose Hill Community woodland. Bath, BANES, England, UK
What appear to be icebergs here are rock shelves that have frozen over by the waves during last week's 10 below zero weather.
It was -25 F. with the windchill when I ventured out and took this picture. I was dressed appropriately, but I still could only manage 45 minutes before having to get back into my warm car and go home.
The ducks apparently didn't get the memo :)
The sunset colors created this lovely color palette.
テーブルフォトです。最近、単身赴任なので時間が余るので、練習しています。( ^)o(^ )
It is a table photo. I practice recently because time remains because it is taking up job leaving his family behind. ( ^)o(^ )
Do not worry or fear for me
Because I have always loved this place
And in a certain time and a certain hour
I will always be waiting for you
Patiently under the yew....
To read the rest of my new poem have a look at my website on the page 'Another Time'.
Scroll down to find it, and the other new poems:
'Come Back With Me' and 'Remnant Of A Memory'.
I have been meaning to load this batch up for ages but the current events just made me feel that it was not the right thing to do. So I wrote the poem 'Crucifix' instead, for the people of Ukraine. You can find that in my gallery on here as well.
But now it feels right to me to carry on with my creative endeavours as this is exactly what they are fighting for; the right for freedom of choice to express themselves how they wish. So I felt that I must carry on.
Over the next few days I will be loading more work up and some specials on here that do not appear on the website. I need to get them off my desktop so I can concentrate on the next batch of work that I have planned for Easter.....
So I suspect I will do a massive catch up with you all when I have done this lot in a few days...!
To see these new poems and others have a look on my website at:
Mist is slowly fading as the sun burns it away. This dark painted shed is rises from the mist showing it's rare beauty. This picture tells a story about a fenced small building and no one exactly knows what is going on in it...
Taken in Rochedale South, Queensland 4123.
This beautiful rosella landed on the telephone line opposite my home one early morning. However, perhaps it had got out of the wrong side of the nest that day…
All appeared quite normal when, for no apparent reason, it took great offence over the fact that a Spotted dove who had been there for a while already, and was happily (if a little monotonously) cooing away as they do, was perched not far away. Without further provocation it then launched a full on attack, not only frightening the daylights out of the poor creature but also removing a beak full of feathers!
A migratory bird that is famous for appearing just before the start of the rainy season. In the countryside, people still predict rains by its sightings. It migrates all the way to Africa and comes back to India just in time for the rains and of course, the breeding season.
This is a brood parasite and lays its eggs in other birds nests. It would eat one of the hosts eggs and drop its own in them. This bird prefers Bulbuls, both Red Vented and White throated, tailorbird etc.. for hosts - all of these birds are in their nesting season now.
Last weekend, I saw 6 of them to my surprise - all were active and hunting caterpillars in the bushes adjacent to the embankment road. They were flying around slowly picking up food from various bushes and maybe surveying the area.
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Looking through the doorway of the cottage of Joseph Divis (miner and photographer who took many great historical photos of Waiuta). Sadly the cottage is showing signs of decay and vandalism (the door appears to have been kicked in).
SUNSET - Florida Everglades
Palm Beach County, Florida USA
Spring 2020 - June 9th, 2020
As the sun dropped down, she only wanted us to see a glimpse
of her through her red-veiled glow. She never actually came
out...but we all knew she was back there! Thanks for looking.
*[left-double-click for a closer-look]
It appears good stuff happens only in the afternoon, an hour or so before sunset.
A quick drive-by of Patriot Rail's DQ&E headquarters at DeQueen, AR resulted in trustworthy intel that a crew was headed for Dierks to bring a train west. Sure enough, I arrived coincident with them starting up this three-unit consist, sans Patriot Rail stickers, including ex-CMER/CWWR GP38-2 D-28, and GP40s D-24 and D-23. Here, they've just tied on to a cut of cars and have some work to do before heading for DeQueen. You can just make out the conductor on the ground, behind the tree to the right.
After about 30 minutes of back and forth, they'll start west.
By the way, the one train west out of DeQueen for interchange with Kiamichi at Valliant, OK is apparently a night move.
The first stars are appearing, almost completely dark, this was the last shot before I started preparing for my first astrophotography experience.
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It appears this tree is preparing to go down as it has two branches set like hands to break it's fall.
Happy Tree-mendous Tuesday!
Marasmiellus ramealis is a little white parachute-like mushroom that often grows at or above head height, first appearing in springtime and recurring throughout summer and autumn on twigs and small branches of conifers and deciduous broadleaf trees. (It is also a common sight on dead bramble stems.) (www.first-nature.com)
Meerdaal bos Leuven, Belgium.
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“When Jesus appeared before the procurator, Pilate asked Him: "Are you the King of the Jews?" To which Jesus replied: “Yes, it is I. But you said it yourself."
And when the chief priests and elders began to accuse Jesus before Pilate, He did not say a word.
Then Pilate asked Him again: "Don't You hear all these accusations against You?".
But Jesus did not answer any of the accusations. And this greatly surprised Pilate."
It is interesting that the fresco was not called "Pilate's Trial", but "Bringing the Lord to Trial". Jesus is depicted standing before Pilate in a long white rag, over which is thrown a scarlet royal cloak - the garment in which Herod, who was judging him, mockingly dressed him before returning him to Pilate's trial. Below this fresco, in a medallion, is depicted the event of the same day preceding the arrest - "The Kiss of Judas", where Jesus is in a green cloak. Jesus was tried several times that day, and the title of the fresco "Bringing the Lord to Trial" without indicating Pilate's name is involuntarily misleading.
“Коли Ісус представ перед прокуратором, Пилат спитав Його: «Ти—Цар юдейський?» На що Ісус відповів: «Так, це Я. Але ж ти сам це сказав».
А коли головні священики й старійшини почали перед Пилатом звинувачувати Ісуса, Він не вимовив жодного слова.
Тоді Пилат знову спитав Його: «Хіба ж Ти не чуєш усі ці звинувачення проти Себе?».
Але Ісус і слова не відповів на жодне із звинувачень. І це дуже здивувало Пилата.”
Цікаво, що фреску назвали не “Суд Пілата”, а “Приведення Господа на суд”. При цьому Ісус зображений стоячи перед Пілатом у довгому білому рубищі, поверх якого накинуто червоний царський плащ - вбрання, в яке, насміхаючись над Ісусом, велів одягнути Ірод, який судив його, перед тим як повернути на суд Пілата.
Нижче цієї фрески в медальйоні зображено подію того ж дня - «Поцілунок Юди», де Ісус у зеленому плащі. Того дня Ісуса судили кілька разів і назва фрески «Приведення Господа на суд» без вказівки імені Пілата мимоволі вводить в оману.
Appearing like a photograph taken in the 1960s, a trio of Rio Grande GP30s pull the Roper - Provo UT04L local through the Salt Lake Valley between Midvale and Riverton, Utah on Feb. 13, 1994.
D&RGW 3015, 3003, and 3007 have 93 cars out of Roper Yard, and 63 of them are coking coal for Geneva Steel.
Umi appears with one of her favorite classic artworks, The Great Wave off Kanagawa, to vividly illustrate her name.
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Created for the Smile on Saturday theme, "What's in a Name?".
"Why are the woods so alluring? A forest appears
to a young girl one morning as she combs
the dreams out of her hair. The trees rustle
and whisper, shimmer and hiss. The forest
opens and closes, a door loose on its hinges,
banging in a strong wind. Everything in the dim
kitchen: the basin, the jug, the skillet, the churn,
snickers scornfully. In this way a maiden
is driven toward the dangers of a forest,
but the forest is our subject, not this young girl.
She’s glad to lie down with trees towering all around.
A certain euphoria sets in. She feels molecular,
bedeviled, senses someone gently pulling her hair,
tingles with kisses she won’t receive for years.
Three felled trees, a sort of chorus, narrate
her thoughts, or rather channel theirs through her,
or rather subject her to their peculiar verbal
restlessness ... our deepening need for non-being intones
the largest and most decayed tree, mid-sentence.
I’m not one of you squeaks the shattered sapling,
blackened by lightning. Their words become metallic
spangles shivering the air. Will I forget the way home?
the third blurts. Why do I feel like I’m hiding in a giant’s nostril?
the oldest prone pine wants to know. Are we being freed
from matter? the sapling asks. Insects are well-intentioned,
offers the third tree, by way of consolation. Will it grow
impossible to think a thought through to its end? gasps the sapling,
adding in a panicky voice, I’m becoming spongy! The girl
feels her hands attach to some distant body. She rises
to leave, relieved these trees are not talking about her."
-- Amy Gerstler
A couple of views of a young comrorant that was fishing in the rock pools at Maer Rocks Exmouth. It didn't seem worried by me at all.
A large and conspicuous waterbird, the cormorant has an almost primitive appearance with its long neck making it appear reptilian. It is often seen standing with its wings held out to dry. Regarded by some as black, sinister and greedy, cormorants are supreme fishers which can bring them into conflict with anglers and they have been persecuted in the past. The UK holds internationally important wintering numbers.
Of colour and warmer days :)
Thanks for all the kind comments and faves. My Flickr has continued to be somewhat erratic but so far so good today so I live in hope of a permanent fix ;)
Update - I had a period of 6 hours where not a single new upload was appearing in my Activity Feed! ♀️
⭐️Thank you in Advance for your kind ‘Faves’ Visits and Comments they are so very much appreciated. 👍
I cannot always ‘Thank’ everyone individually, for their Visits and ‘Faves’ however, I will always try to respond and thank all those that leave a ‘Comment’. If I do not reply to your 'Comment', it is not because I am ignoring you, it's because I have not seen the 'Comment'.
Your 'Comments' do not always appear in 'Notifications' or Flickr mail, so, I am sorry for any delay in responding. Often your 'Comment' is only spotted 'On the Page' on the day, that I see it. (seen ONLY when replying to someone HAS 'Commented' on the image, and I see a notification)
Welcome. This house appears to have a bit of a problem with a sagging roof. I believe it is still being lived in. WELL, I hope a couple of vultures don’t land on the roof or it could be CURTAINS for the inhabitants. They might end up dead as a DOOR-nail. It certainly is not built like a TANK. So we can only hope they see the LIGHT and take STEPS to fix it, or it might need to be GUTTERED. Do you get my POINT?
I was seeing how many parts of the house and grounds could describe this picture. Point = point on the roof. That might be too obscure. Shall we put it to a vote?