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"I don't need to face my demons
I am with them all the time
Through the fog inside my head
I see the world just fine
I don't need to solve my problems
They're the only thing that's mine
It's the shift that I'm afraid of
Darkness is benign, It's fine" ♪
La posa della prima pietra dell'abbazia avvenne il 23 febbraio 1003 alla presenza del vescovo d'Ivrea Ottobiano, di Arduino marchese d'Ivrea e re d'Italia e di sua moglie Berta degli Obertenghi.
Fondatore di Fruttuaria fu Guglielmo da Volpiano. Essa venne eretta nei possedimenti del feudo di famiglia di Guglielmo, in una località denominata fructuariensis locus. Secondo alcuni si trattava di un luogo destinato alla riproduzione degli agnelli, dal latino medievale fructus ("frutto", "parto"); altri ritengono che il nome si riferisse alla fertilità del terreno, ma potrebbe derivare dal luogo di edificazione, la pars fructuaria di una villa tardo-romana.
L'edificazione dell'abbazia è frutto della sua sapienza architettonica: Guglielmo infatti, tra la fine del X e l'inizio dell'XI secolo, oltre che figura religiosa di primo piano, fu costruttore e restauratore di alcuni dei più importanti edifici religiosi di Francia e del Piemonte.
Arduino d'Ivrea, che aveva appoggiato la costruzione dell'abbazia, vi si ritirò negli ultimi anni della sua vita e vi morì nel 1015.
Fruttuaria seguiva la regola benedettina affiancata da consuetudini di matrice cluniacense. Nel 1027 Giovanni XIX, con bolla pontificia, pose l'abbazia e tutti i suoi beni sotto il controllo diretto di Roma.
Le consuetudini seguite a Fruttuaria ispirarono il vescovo di Colonia, sant'Annone, che la visitò nel 1070 e dalla quale portò via alcuni monaci, per la sua riforma monastica che va sotto il nome di Riforma di Siegburg, dal nome della prima abbazia ove Annone mise in pratica la sua riforma.
Il periodo di massimo splendore di Fruttuaria si colloca nei secoli XII e XIII: nel 1265 l'abbazia possiede 200 tra chiese e celle in Italia e altre 30 in Germania e Austria. Oltre a chiese e monasteri gli abati governano direttamente quelle che vengono comunemente dette "le quattro terre abbaziali", ossia gli attuali comuni di San Benigno Canavese, Montanaro, Lombardore e Feletto, e le terre di Fruttuaria battono anche moneta in una zecca installata in una delle torri del castello di Montanaro.
Il declino inizia nel XIV secolo e giunge al suo culmine nel 1477 quando i monaci perdono il privilegio di nominare l'abate, che viene sostituito da un abate commendatario (non residente nell'abbazia) di nomina papale. Da quel momento Fruttuaria viene diretta da un vicario. Nel 1585 papa Sisto V decreta la soppressione del monastero, sostituito da una collegiata di preti secolari. L'ultimo monaco muore nel 1634.
Nel 1710 Vittorio Amedeo II, duca di Savoia, occupa militarmente le "terre abbaziali", occupazione che termina nel 1741 con la rinuncia papale al controllo su quelle terre.
Nel 1749 diviene abate commendatario il cardinale Carlo Vittorio Amedeo Ignazio delle Lanze che, dopo la sua candidatura al soglio pontificio nei conclavi del 1769 e del 1774-1775, intende riportare Fruttuaria al suo antico splendore facendone una piccola Roma. Nel 1770 fa quindi abbattere ciò che rimane della chiesa e del monastero romanici (unico a salvarsi è il campanile) per edificare (1770-1776) una nuova chiesa, la cui struttura interna vorrebbe ricordare la basilica di San Pietro in Vaticano. Il progetto è affidato agli architetti Vittone e Quarini, che realizzano la nuova costruzione in uno stile a cavallo tra il barocco e il neoclassico, definito per l'appunto benignista.
La serie degli abati terminerà nel 1848. La chiesa diventerà una normale parrocchia della diocesi di Ivrea e il palazzo abbaziale verrà affidato nel 1879 a don Bosco e ai suoi salesiani.
Dal 1952 il parroco di San Benigno riottiene dal papa il privilegio del titolo di abate.
Nel 1979, durante i lavori di posa dell'impianto di riscaldamento, fortemente voluti dall'allora abate parroco don Pier Giorgio Debernardi (divenuto in seguito vescovo di Pinerolo), viene alla luce un pregevole mosaico risalente al 1066 raffigurante due grifoni. La Soprintendenza Archeologica del Piemonte esegue un grande scavo sull'intera superficie della chiesa e in seguito, tramite sondaggi, sul sagrato, portando al ritrovamento di altri mosaici, delle fondazioni della chiesa romanica e di reperti archeologici di notevole interesse.
Il 19 marzo 1990 l'abbazia di Fruttuaria viene riaperta ai fedeli alla presenza di papa Giovanni Paolo II che concelebra la messa in diretta televisiva nazionale.
Nel maggio 2004, finalmente conclusi i lavori di restauro, è stato aperto al pubblico, dalla Soprintendenza ai Beni Architettonici e per il Paesaggio del Piemonte, il percorso di visita che si snoda al di sotto del pavimento. Nel 2008 altre scoperte archeologiche vengono fatte nel chiostro settecentesco.
Tune 🎵
I finally found the answer, it was them all along
What a weight off my shoulders, to know that they were wrong
Separate me socially, the spirit will follow
Criticize my pain, soon I turn hollow
The ghost of my ambitions has left me cold and frail
If I got what I needed, I wouldn't need this veil
Silence in these messages, has led me to repeat
I don't know how to fix anything
She wears herself so confidently
I'd rather burn my eyes out than see
I understand
I have no chance
I wash myself in majesty
A war has been brewing, I wanna be on the front line
Disregard has catalyzed what should have been benign
A nuisance is your logic, I'll find a hole somewhere
Regardless of this end, I'll split every hair
Belligerent is my psyche, spiraling in doubt
Pride won't let this facade ever die out
The waves of shame they take me, but I'll hide it in my shell
Turn to my gurus, as they add more layers to my hell
So now I am completed, I've done all that you asked
I walk the ground you've laid, in righteousness I bask
The weather hasn't shifted, no one turns their head
The magnificence I'm feeling, slowly turns to dread
What did I do wrong, have my tactics fallen short?
I played the game so perfectly, but you tell me this isn't a sport
Whispers say I'm nothing, and forgotten I'll become
Betrayed and lied to, slowly coming undone
Ps: this song is NOT aimed at anyone.
But when it's rained heavily, (as it does sometimes in Wales.) you can hear it thundering from a mile away...l'd love to be there when it's in full flood.
English
The governor of the square resided in Saint-Michel Gate ,magnificent lesson in military art . 4 Doors -11 Towers .Powerful curtains ,necessary to defend what this land so graciously has always produced Grain - Wine -Salt - Fish and maritime trade .
Italiano
Il governatore della piazza risiedeva nella Porta Saint-Michel ,magnifica lezione di arte militare .
4 Porte 11 Torri e potenti cortine necessarie per difendere ciò che questa terra così benignamente ha sempre prodotto ( Grano -Vino -Sale -Pesce e commercio marittimo )
Ridi sempre, ridi, fatti credere pazzo, ma mai triste. Ridi, anche se ti sta crollando il mondo addosso, continua a sorridere.
Vi sono persone che vivono per il tuo sorriso, e altre che rosicheranno quando capiranno di non essere riusciti a spegnerlo...
Roberto Benigni
Laugh, always laugh...
:-)
Baconsthorpe castle was once the family home of the prosperous Heydon family who made their fortune from wool production. The inner gatehouse you can see would have been added during the War of the Roses. It looks benign in the early evening sun, but is supposedly haunted by a ghostly spectre that patrols the turrets. (source: English heritage)
For an area well known for its industrial presence and numerous tall chimney stacks spewing out all sorts of stuff in the mid-20th century, to say things have changed in Huddersfield over the ensuing decades is a bit of an understatement.
I couldn't resist this view through the station roof trusses, but more so of the smoking stack in the background - an apparent throwback to the industrial heritage of the past.
It's not all it seems however - this stack is rather more recent and belongs to Suez Recycling & Recovery, the company entrusted by Kirklees Council to manage the local incineration plant. So, rather than spewing bad stuff into the atmosphere, this does its best to deal with the bad stuff in the plant and furnaces below, while emitting substances that are (we hope) rather more benign.
For those interested, the train drawing up to the platform is Trans Pennine's 12.40pm Manchester Airport - Redcar service (1P75), comprising units 185108 (nearest) and 185123.
Flickr presence is still intermittent but I will be visiting streams over the next few days. Comments are off, thanks.
1.44pm, 30th November 2022
Weather
Rain
Water is the Essence of Life. No living thing can survive very long without it. It is incredibly old. We have the same rain as the ancients did and before their existence. It signifies the power to purify, to give deliverance, and it can also destroy evil and enemies in flood as in the Biblical stories. It is awesome as it is kind. It is benign, it is malignant, for we live or die without it. What a miraculous thing it is, it can engulf you but you cannot hold it in the palm of your hand. It can scold you, it can freeze you, it can inspire and frighten in the very next breath. I will always respect it in its many forms.
These are just a few images of rain observed ……….
Our native bluebell, Hyacinthoides non-scripta, otherwise named common bluebells, English bluebells, British bluebells, wood bells, fairy flowers and wild hyacinth, is an early flowering plant that naturally occurs in the UK. It appears in ancient woodlands and along woodland edges in April and May. Millions of bulbs can exist in just one wood, giving rise to the violet-blue ‘carpets' that are such a springtime joy to walk through. This early flowering allows them to make the most of the sunlight that is still able to make it to the forest floor habitat, before the canopy becomes too thick. Native bluebells are protected in the UK under the Wildlife and Countryside Act, 1981.
The Spanish bluebell, Hyacinthoides hispanica, was introduced into the UK by the Victorians as a garden plant, but escaped into the wild – it was first noted as growing ‘over the garden wall’ in 1909. It is likely that this escape occurred from both the carefree disposal of bulbs and pollination. Today, the Spanish bluebell can be found alongside our native bluebell in woodlands and along woodland edges, as well as on roadsides and in gardens.
Native bluebells have:
narrow leaves, about 1-1.5cm wide
deep violet-blue (sometimes white), narrow, tubular-bell flowers, with tips that curl back
flowers on one side of the stem
distinctly drooping stems
a sweet scent
cream-coloured pollen inside
Spanish bluebells have:
broad leaves, about 3cm wide
pale blue (often white or pink), conical-bell flowers, with spreading and open tips
flowers all around the stem
upright stems
no scent
blue- or pale green-coloured pollen inside
The UK's woodlands are home to almost 50% of the world's population of the bluebell. But this much-loved plant is under threat. The Spanish bluebell is more vigorous than our native bluebell, so can outcompete it for resources like light and space. It can hybridise with our native, too, producing fertile plants that show a whole range of mixed features from both species. Over time, this hybridisation changes the genetic makeup of our native species, diluting its characteristics, weakening it and potentially evolving it into something else.
Introduced species can become naturalised in the UK without much cause for concern. However, as with the Spanish bluebell, their effects are not always so benign, so be careful if you prefer non-native varieties in your planting as species can easily escape – it’s best to dispose of cuttings or bulbs carefully and never plant anything in the wild.
If you fancy planting bluebells in a shady part of your garden, try to pick the native variety. Not only will you help to prevent the spread of invasive, non-native species into the wider countryside, but you will also provide food and shelter for a range of our native insects, from bees to butterflies.
As a Conservationist and former Countryside Officer, I feel this is vitally important.
Explore # 14
Oda al Tomate
La calle
se llenó de tomates,
mediodia,
verano,
la luz
se parte
en dos
mitades
de tomate,
corre
por las calles
el jugo.
En diciembre
se desata
el tomate,
invade
las cocinas,
entra por los almuerzos,
se sienta
reposado
en los aparadores,
entre los vasos,
las matequilleras,
los saleros azules.
Tiene
luz propia,
majestad benigna.
................
Pablo Neruda
The Uinta Ground Squirrel posted yesterday is one of the smallest creatures in the Yellowstone ecosystem. One of the largest is the Grizzly Bear. So far in my small/large series the opposites peacefully share the same habitat. But in the case of the Uinta Ground Squirrel and the Grizzly Bear, the relationship is less benign as the squirrel is on the bear's menu.
We found this fine looking bear patrolling the shore of Yellowstone Lake.
Superato il ponte sul Naviglio, la villa occupa il lato orientale del canale ed appare nella sua maestosità, colorata di giallo della Milano settecentesca e neoclassica. È infatti un palazzo di città, serrato e chiuso, che nasconde un interno inaspettato.
L'origine della villa è sicuramente antica. I terreni erano già di proprietà dei Visconti nel 1392, anno in cui viene scavata la roggia che inizia proprio dinanzi alla villa. L'edificio come oggi si presenta ha una pianta ad H, distribuito su tre piani, con l'asse principale orientato a NO-SE, lungo il Naviglio, a cui il palazzo volge il fianco e non il fronte. Il complesso, apparentemente unitario, è frutto di una serie di modifiche che hanno interessato la costruzione nel corso dei secoli.
La casa, dopo esser stata di donna Amalia Maineri Castiglione, figlia di don Paolo, Edler von Tanzi e donna Francesca Visconti di Saliceto, è stata lasciata da quest'ultima al cugino, Benigno Mörlin Visconti Castiglione, che ha iniziato la lunga opera di restauro.
Cassinetta di Lugagnano è un comune italiano di 1 891 abitanti della città metropolitana di Milano in Lombardia.
Fonte Wikipedia
Nom botanique : Equisetum Arvense
La prêle, aussi appelée « prêle des champs » ou « queue de rat » est une plante herbacée vivace de la famille des Equisetaceae. Elle comprend des tiges fertiles et des tiges stériles (vertes), ces dernières étant reconnaissables par leurs feuilles effilées en verticilles, en forme de collerette.Celle ci pousse dans les milieux humides et dans les sols argilo-silicieux.
Vertus thérapeutiques de la prêle
La prêle peut être utilisée pour ses propriétés reminéralisantes, diurétiques et anti-inflammatoires.
Elle est employée pour traiter l'ostéoporose (traitement adjuvant), favoriser la consolidation des os suite à une fracture, soulager des oedèmes et douleurs causés par un traumatisme superficiel, accélérer la cicatrisation de plaies bénignes, traiter les douleurs liées à l'arthrose et les tendinites. Elle améliore également la résistance des ongles et des cheveux fragiles, traite les infections des voies urinaires, et facilite la perte de poids en complément de mesures diététiques.
Selon l'Agence européenne des médicaments (EMA), la prêle est reconnue pour son usage traditionnel dans le traitement les troubles urinaires bénins.
La prêle est enregistrée à la Pharmacopée française.
La migliore giornata che si potesse trovare per salire al rifugio Benigni mt. 2222 e alla cima Piazzotti mt. 2349.
Buona giornata a tutti gli amici di flickr.
Besides the obvious, there are certain benefits to being what some of my former colleagues would refer to as "careful" with money. The more kindly former colleagues that is, I should add. Others wasted no time in coming up with rather more abusive terms for my steadfast refusal to throw away my hard earned on fast cars, champagne lunches and visits to Monte Carlo, but I would just smile and remind them that they'd still be working long after I'd retired. That tended to either stop them in their tracks with dumbstruck expressions, or had the opposite effect of exacerbating the tirade. Still, I'd just smile as I opened my home made cheese salad while whichever friend it was lavished another fiver on a disappointing looking sandwich and an overpriced coffee.
I often earned similar brickbats for refusing to join in the incessant charge along the highways and byways, driving at a benign pace rather than hammering along the outside lane at eighty-five miles an hour. I prefer to watch the fuel consumption reading rather than the speedometer you see. When I was younger, and very probably heading for a midlife crisis, I owned a white Vauxhall Astra GTE. It was very fast and it made me drive like a fool. It also used a lot of petrol. Now I have a modest Skoda that can get halfway across the country and back to Luton Airport without me having to refill the tank.
So there are aspects of Iceland that suit me, despite the fact that things are generally quite expensive in comparison to where I live. The jaw dropping landscape is something of course that very much ticks my boxes, but while many visitors seem to struggle with the fifty-five miles per hour speed limit, I don't. I simply pop the rental car into cruise control, set the speed and steer contentedly through the beauty around us - trying to concentrate on the road of course - the scenery can be distracting.
Other aspects of Iceland can be a trifle worrisome though. Last time we were here, we parked freely and quite legitimately on a patchy pull in, before walking the short distance to the triple waterfall of Kirkjufellsfoss. It was close to midnight under the twenty-four hour daylight glow, and only a small number of togs were around to compete for position with. On the other side of the pull in was another bit of scrubby ground beside the beach where we could also have parked for free. But three years on, things have changed. A brand new car park with number plate recognition cameras awaits the visitor, and swiftly relieves them of a thousand krona, regardless of how long they're planning to stay for. Needless to say, the waterfall was surrounded by a large number of visitors, many of them armed with tripods and cameras, all after that classic shot of Kirkjufell that looks so familiar. Admittedly there was still a pull in nearby, but there was also a sign that suggested our car might get towed away if we parked there, so we didn't stop for long.
But on the plus side, this aversion to parting with money for no good reason eventually added some unexpected shots to the catalogue, including my previous post, "Night Traffic." Our irritation at the prospect of coughing up the cash had taken us to a generous lay-by overlooking the sea. From there it was a leisurely fifteen minute amble along a footpath back towards the waterfall, and directly past the lake, where Kirkjufell gives away mirrorlike reflections on still days without charging a bean. And when the sky is doing interesting things at the end of a wet and grungy day, that seems like a reward worth grabbing with both hands.
We took a number of shots here, starting well before sunset and pushing on into the blue hour. I'd had a plan to revisit a patch of marshy ground I'd found the previous evening, but the presence of a growing number of togs along the bank of the lake appealed to my better nature as I wondered how easily they'd be able to clone me out of their sunsets. So here I stayed, enjoying the fact that I hadn't paid a thousand crowns for the privilege. It wasn't a bad spot from which to watch the day ebb away.
Vignory apparaît dans les archives de l'abbaye de Luxeuil dès le début du 9e siècle, lorsque le fisc royal du lieu ainsi que les églises qui en dépendaient furent concédés par Charlemagne au monastère colombanien. En 1032, Gui, premier sire de Vignory connu, créa auprès de son château un collège de chanoines et entreprit d'édifier une église à leur intention. C'est du moins ce qui ressort d'une charte de 1049 par laquelle son fils Roger substitua à cette communauté de chanoines une communauté de moines bénédictins et donna la cella de Vignory, avec son église nouvellement construite, à l'abbaye Saint-Bénigne de Dijon. Cette église, placée sous le vocable de Saint-Etienne, fut dédicacée par Hardouin, évêque de Langres, entre 1050 et 1057.
Vers le milieu du 12e siècle fut ajouté le clocher et, du 14e au 16e siècle, les chapelles du bas-côté sud.
Des restaurations intervinrent à la fin du 18e siècle (reprises ponctuelles de maçonnerie et des toitures) et en 1838 (blanchissage de l'intérieur et création d'un mur sous l'arc diaphragme).
Thanks to my amazing loving partner Elsa for saving me & continuing to nurse me back to health recovering from a Meningioma benign brain Tumour, which has been successfully removed.
All is well & feel positive for the future :0)
Batman is so innocent and benign that I didn't worry about him meeting Muse. They got to be friends pretty quickly.
"I vanish into poetry as the sunlight mingles with the mist
I spy a boat across the water as I greet the sunrise in a lover's tryst." - AP (inspired by Oleg)
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaouEHiuuYM
VANISHING ACT - LOU REED
FLOAT IN TO A MIST
Take me now
while I am up
while I am down
while I have happy news to read
and sad news that I found
let me float into a mist
and vanish from the Earth
let me fly above the clouds
and see below the fields where birth
and death flow side by side
like the strongest river and sea of yellow flowers
and hope and faith walk hand in hand
show me how this promised land
softens and hardens beneath my feet
like sand and toffee apples cracked
and parched and suffocating defeat
self-deprecating and all I lacked
was time to heal
and time to be me
to run and laugh
to fly high and free
but you gave me an anchor to my life
and you gave me free will
and I squander these gifts
and I still get ill
but who is there who will take my hand
and who is there left who will understand
that here on earth is the promised land
but we break our promises
like we break the wind
and we take the love for granted
and give so little back and so much binned
what becomes of the seeds that are never planted
I could tell you I was sorry
I could try to make it right
but I don't deserve the chance
my broken wings are ever-ready for fight or flight
so let me go now gently
let me float into the mist
it's too little
it's too late
to wonder if I will be missed
what will make me happy
what will make me smile
I give to you my everything
I run that extra mile
but nothing that I do can ever
make up for the gaps
the silences
the way I run
the things in me that don't relax
so now I sit here crying
but am I crying for you or me
I do not like pity in any form
life and love is such a mystery
and I feel like first night in dorm
homesick lovesick puppy dog tales
and tears trickling like Niagara
Falls and fools and spout like whales
the little lies you whispered to me
were the sweetest and the ones that cut
and for all I know that I am foolish
I could see we were wedged deeply in a rut
but what is the answer I do not know
I have no purpose or place to go
yet I find myself dreaming and distancing like
Virginia Woolf in sheep's clothing
pockets ladened heavily as the shroud
shrink wraps around me the fear and the loathing
loses it's lofty wafty transparency
as I float into a mist to meet my destiny
and the mist is half of mistake
and the other half is take
and I hope for goodness sake
I will come to my senses before I wake
oh why do so many words sound the same
but when they are written look really quite different
I am just as I am but “somehow different” (Thank you Dieter)
and I remain just the same I am not indifferent
but in or out or roundabout
all roads lead to Rome or roam
spinning the wheel and tossing the dice
a spinning wheel's yarn twined hearts to bring them home
and now I am at the water's edge
my barefeet stepping into the foam
who will prevent me will it be a mistake
as I float into a mist
the earth beneath my feet doth shake
as I float into a mist …
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
Contrary to the poignant emotions evoked in my poem, I am pleased to say that the feeling was fleeting as are all emotions aren't they ; 0) I would like to share with you some good news.
On my birthday I received from my doctor long-awaited news. Earlier this year I underwent a small procedure and a biopsy was taken. I was told to expect cancer and now I learn that it is benign, so I am once again thanking God for a miracle. If I had to store my miracles in a box, I would require a very big box! : 0) I have a small scar from the stitches. It's a bit bumpy still, but is fading already. I like to touch this scar and remind myself of all the joys in my life and all the love and light that surrounds me and how each and every day is a miracle.
_______________________
FELIZ SÁBADO Y FIN DE
SEMANA, ÚLTIMO DEL
VERANO, PARA TODOS,.
ESPEREMOS QUEL OTOÑO
SEA MÁS BENIGNO, QUE NOS
TRATE MEJOR, Y SE LLEVE
PARA SIEMPRE ESTA
PANDEMIA QUE TANTO
DAÑO ESTÁ CAUSANDO.
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L’estate, oltreché liberandoci dai patimenti, produce in noi il desiderio de’ piaceri, ci dà anche una confidenza di noi stessi e un coraggio, che nascono dalla facilità e libertà di agire che noi proviamo allora per la benignità dell’aria..
GIACOMO LEOPARDI, Zibaldone
This abandoned barn was on the road leading to the cemetery photo that I posted yesterday.
© AnvilcloudPhotography
The narrow path seeks company of river Chandra near Gramphu in Chandra valley, Himachal Pradesh, India
Innamorati di te, della vita e dopo di chi vuoi....
Frida Kahlo
Nel bosco, Valfontanabuona. Liguria
Controsole
Everithing is love
Fall in love with you, with life and after with whoever you want....
ps : Ho scoperto dopo che il mio titolo, che mi è venuto dal cuore guardando il sole che filtra tra le foglie, è anche una frase di Benigni...
'Tutto è Amore.
E Amore coincide con la felicità.
Ce l' hanno dato a tutti noi, ma è un regalo così bello da averlo nascosto. E molti non so ricordano dove l'hanno messo... '
( Roberto Benigni )
I'm back! After a week away I was rewarded with a wonderful bluebell display in my local wood of Brush Hill Nature Reserve, Whiteleaf, so expect this week to be bluebell week! I hope you have all been well and I have to admit it was a good break away from social media, hardly looked at my phone or the laptop!
It was a mixed week though as both our dogs are unwell and have been down with Kennel Cough plus one has a tumour on his gum but we found out yesterday that it is benign which is awesome news.
So first image up and time to kick back and soak up all your amazing images that I have missed.
Es curioso y muy común
encontrar siempre dos torres,
compañeras y contrarias,
que no viven sino juntas
y se ofrecen protección.
Una torre, la del castillo,
civil y ajena a los rezos
pero bien busca cobijo
e incluso protección.
Por eso pide a los santos
y les construyen iglesias
para que sean benignos
y no se extravíe su riqueza
en manos que no sean suyas.
La otra torre les bendice
y disfruta del reparto
cual es la justicia y perdón.
Y así todos contentos,
que los que mandan son dos.
NELLA MOLTITUDINE
Sono quella che sono.
Un caso inconcepibile
come ogni caso.
In fondo avrei potuto avere
altri antenati,
e così avrei preso il volo
da un altro nido,
così da sotto un altro tronco
sarei strisciata fuori in squame.
Nel guardaroba della natura
c'è un mucchio di costumi:
ragno, gabbiano, topo campagnolo.
Ognuno calza subito a pennello
e docilmente è indossato
finché non si consuma.
Anch'io non ho scelto,
ma non mi lamento.
Potevo essere qualcuno
molto meno a parte.
Qualcuno d'un formicaio, banco, sciame ronzante,
una scheggia di paesaggio sbattuta dal vento.
Qualcuno molto meno fortunato,
allevato per farne una pelliccia,
per il pranzo della festa,
qualcosa che nuota sotto un vetrino.
Un albero conficcato nella terra,
a cui si avvicina un incendio.
Un filo d'erba calpestato
dal corso di incomprensibili eventi.
Uno nato sotto una cattiva stella,
buona per altri.
E se nella gente destassi spavento,
o solo avversione,
o solo pietà?
Se al mondo fossi venuta
nella tribù sbagliata
e avessi tutte le strade precluse?
La sorte, finora,
mi è stata benigna.
Poteva non essermi dato
il ricordo dei momenti lieti.
Poteva essermi tolta
l'inclinazione a confrontare.
Potevo essere me stessa – ma senza stupore,
e ciò vorrebbe dire
qualcuno di totalmente diverso.
Wislawa Szymborska
......though I wasn't entirely sure what it was & how the next few minutes were going to play out.
In the end nothing much happened, the clouds passed over without depositing anything on me & the sun disappeared behind a low layer of cloud. A bit of a benign anti-climax as it turned out, but for a few minutes the lighting was very special over this track up onto the moorland above Alnwick.
The River Kirkaig benignly bubbling its way into the loch of the same name before emerging into the North Minch, a direct contrast to its journey further upstream where it bounces and tumbles through narrow gorges and cascades inc. the impressive Kirkaig Falls.
See the shots taken by a couple of canoeists: www.ukriversguidebook.co.uk/rivers/scotland/far-north/riv...
Amazed when African Violets bloom well when neglected. Water according to schedule and pffft...ignore and amazing, lol! Helios KMZ 44.2 58m
Una ottima doppia di E193 - 1293 OBB/Rail Cargo Carrier Italy transita nei vigneti tra Castelbolognese e Solarolo con la trenata di cisterne che compongono l'EUC Ravenna - Tarvisio Boscoverde. Un saluto a Mattia Galasso, Filippo Benigni e Matteo Burroni con me in quel momento!
Solarolo (RA) 26/02/2022
© Michael Carli - mike97tigre
I am so......happy!!!!! Lucy is as of right now cancer free. Her tumors were all benign.....feeling blessed!
Nei pressi del Rif. Benigni il Lago dei Piazzotti è ancora ghiacciato sebbene siamo ormai prossimi all'estate...
I am lying here
Frozen like a rabbit
Trying to outwit the fox
I dare not move
In case you see me
I saw you on the roadside
I couldn’t get away
Fast enough
My only hope is to lie still
And hope you go past
In your frustration
And you don’t scent me like a bloodhound
Because then I am surely lost
I can’t explain it
But when I saw you
Instinct took over
You were human
And then you were not
For this to happen in the daytime
Chills me to the bone
How long do I wait here
Until I start to rot?
*****
This image was taken on the road to Litlington village in East Sussex, UK. This road has entranced me all my life and I am constantly drawn back to it. The atmosphere can change, depending on the weather and the season, the time of day, and perhaps just because you happen to be there.
At times, despite appearances, the atmosphere is not benign. There are entity's far older than what we can imagine still tethered to this place, that cannot let go. In a sense we are the trespassers. I felt I needed to leave the roadside that day, so I quickly went into the wheat field.
I have chosen to pair this image with ‘Those We Don’t Speak Of’ by James Newton Howard from the film ‘The Village’ by M. Night Shyamalan. Please click below on the link for this wonderful music.
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La gloria di Colui
che tutto muove
per l'universo penetra e risplende
in una parte più
e meno altrove....
( Paradiso , canto I )
25 marzo, giornata nazionale dedicata a Dante Alighieri a 700 anni dalla sua morte
'Dante ci ha insegnato che ognuno di noi è il protagonista di una storia irripetibile...'
(Roberto Benigni,, che questa sera leggerà il XXV canto del Paradiso e il V dell'inferno alla presenza del Presidente della Repubblica Sergio Mattarella )
Verso il Monte Giugo, Liguria
Well, compared to big cities a hot day here is probably very benign. Still, this office window open for extra air in addition to a fan. As I walked by I took pictures of the beautiful flowers in the little garden (with my phone)
This is an artwork installation reflecting datasets by Anna Ridler. It's made up of 10,000 Polaroid photographs of tulips taken by the artist throughout the tulip season, with each one hand-labelled.
Each tulip is different. This photo shows 425 of them. A winner of the Beazley Designs of the Year Award 2019, exhibited at the Design Museum, London.
These images became an AI training data set - the information given to an algorithm to learn and recognise. it shows the human aspect behind machine learning, BUT it suggests that AI is benign and harmless, which is far from the case. AI IS EVIL - but that doesn't negate the beauty of this image in my eyes or the original artistic purpose of the installation.
"Life is like a game of cards. The hand you are dealt is determinism; the way you play it is free will."
Jawaharlal Nehru
Looking at him in the garden today it was hard to believe its been just a week since his surgery to remove a lump. Thankfully benign. The vet said he is an old dog now because he's nearly 10 but I'm not having any of that. Kevin, the vet didn't see him chasing off the wood pigeons this afternoon or wolfing down a huge bowl of beef earlier. Old, my foot!
Shot on Samsung 8, this afternoon in my garden. To say this has been a difficult month would be an understatement but good stuff will be on its way now.