Lee Abraham - Live For Today

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t's getting close to that rinse of year again

You never know how the day will make you feel

The clouds above seem to go from white to black

Blocking out the sun who knows when it comes back

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

The autumn chill has you reaching for the sun

As winter spreads the cold I light the fire that burns

The warming heat and the mesmerizing flame

Has you looking for the summer rain again

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

We made it through the cold we turned the page

The snow and the frost are gone we await the coming stage

I'm watching you I'm watching how the sun begins

I wait for you to take all the winter chill away

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

The days they get so long more rinse to adjust

But still we just always say that there's no time for us

I'm watching you I'm watching how our lives go on

I wait for you to say everything will he OK

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

It's like four seasons in a day it's like it never ends

As soon as it starts for us you know you can depend

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

There's never such certainty in life but that's the game

Just watch the seasons turn never with a sense of shame

Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by

Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high

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Although our intellect always longs for clarity and certainty, our nature often finds uncertainty fascinating.

-- Karl Von Clausewitz

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Tears are not Enough

ABC

1981

U.K. #19

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“Searching for certainty

When it's such an unstable world

Searching for something good”

Time for a splash of colour, even though it was a rainy day!

68031 ‘Felix’ arriving at a soggy Seamer with 1T64 12:34 Scarborough to York on 21st December 2020.

They met on an ordinary afternoon, the kind where you don’t expect your life to change.

At first it was just glances, a shy smile, small conversations about nothing in particular — but something about the way the other one laughed made the world feel brighter.

They fell in love slowly, like sunlight spreading across a room.

Dates turned into weekends together, weekends into years, and before long, there was a proposal — not with fireworks, but with trembling hands and eyes full of certainty.

Marriage wasn’t a fairy tale every day, but it was real.

They learned to fight fairly, to forgive quickly, to sit quietly together without needing words. They faced money troubles, job changes, and sleepless nights with newborn cries.

They celebrated first steps, awkward school plays, and late-night talks with teenagers.

The years rushed by.

They built traditions — Sunday morning pancakes, summer camping trips, winter movie marathons.

They held each other through grief, loss, and illnesses, always returning to the same quiet promise: we’ll get through this together.

Then one day, the house was quieter. The kids had lives of their own.

They took walks hand in hand, traveled when they could, and found themselves laughing over the same old stories.

Now, sitting side by side, watching the sun go down over the ocean, they look back not with regret, but with gratitude.

Their life wasn’t perfect — it was better. It was theirs.

And as they glance at each other, wrinkled faces soft with love, they know they’ve kept their very first promise: we stayed.

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Alan Jackson - Remember When

I bought an Acer plant a few years ago. Each autumn its leaves have turned yellowish. This year it turned a deep red.

I learned according to Forestry England it's because the hotter summer resulted in more sugar production, which resulted in deeper pigmentation.

www.forestryengland.uk/news/spectacular-autumn-ahead-fore...

As I am not a leaf I cannot confirm this with full certainty but I'll go with what they are saying.

Although, I cannot agree with the cheerful tone with which the soaring temperatures are being described. Replacing "thanks to" with "due to" and "warm" with "hot" would go a long way.

When our flames

Were lit by chaos

We knew not the grip

The bondage of light

Then he waved his sceptre

And cosmos was formed

Too late we knew

Our freedom was lost

He blinded us

Polluted our minds

And forced us to drink

Drink his blood

I will show the world God's true face

I will let the thunder roar forevermore

I've deceived his world but regained

Paradise in the fire of my soul

In the death of the wind I sleep

As I wail this petrified landscape

Chaos, anguish, an optimum affection

In the clarity of certainty

So empty

"Mighty Lucifer

Thou art the light that leads to darkness

As much as I praise thee, I love thee without praise

As much as I love myself, I adore thee relentlessly

Thou art our true father

The wine of Venus, the essence of our hope"

Death, solemn death of the reaper's star

Devour his legacy from afar

I fumble, live, I fall, die

Isolated in the crowds of God

And suffering in between, lurks the everlasting absence

For my dark euphoria

Thence I am sovran created

Like in heaven myself and I fell in fury

The indolence of solitude

May drive out the soul of its sermon

And memory shall be lost

To the blood which hopelessly pulsates

The indolence of solitude

May drive out the soul of its sermon

And memory shall be lost

To the blood which hopelessly pulsates

In our excruciating hearts

"Is this the region, this the soil, the clime

This the seat that we must change for heav'n

This mournful gloom for that celestial light?

Be it so

Since hee who now is sovran can dispose and bid what shall be right

Fardest from him is best

Whom reason hath equald force hath made supreme above his equals

Farewel happy fields where joy for ever dwells

Hail horrours, hail infernal world and thou profoundest hell

Receive thy new possessor

One who brings a mind not to be chang'd by place or time"

In this abyss

We shall be free

Here we shall celebrate

The coming war

Draconian

Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost.

When you scream, it sounds like a lullaby

When you beg, I get all gooey inside

Tonight I take your eyes, mind and tongue

To spread the word and watch your kingdom come

Another night with you, another wound

You keep me in stitches, you tear me to pieces

I need new voices in my head to speak my secret evils with

I need new lovers in my bed to be my friends and special pets

I need your scent all over me

I need to taste your blasphemy

I need to know with certainty that the nectar was worth the squeeze

It's just the way that we are diseased

It's the blade that stains us

It's the sweetest disease

It's so contagious

It's just the way that we are diseased

I's the blade that stains us

It's the sweetest disease

It's so contagious

Once upon a time

I ripped the wings from my spine

But when I hide inside your eyes

I still pretend that I can fly

Tell me every secret

So you can fall in love

Then to fall to pieces

I need new voices in my head, a new disguise for me to hide

I need new lovers in my bed to feed my secret appetites

I need your sins all over me

I need to taste this tragedy

I need to know with certainty the nectar was worth the squeeze

~Otep

Song: Special Pets

Textures thanks to shadowhousecreations and K.Deslandes.

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"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."

Vincent Van Gogh

My mother-in-law collected antique perfume bottles long ago. Now I have the privilege of admiring the cut glass designs and playing with colors reflected in their interesting shapes. I can easily see what drew her to collecting these small treasures.

For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream

Vincent van Gogh

Cambridge slipped into its autumn colors as she rode—

cool air threading through the streets,

leaves gathering in soft rustles along the curbs.

Her coat lifted slightly in the breeze,

boots steady on the pedals,

moving with the easy certainty of someone

who knows exactly where she’s going,

even if the day hasn’t fully decided its direction yet.

Behind her, the old brick blurred into warm tones,

a city shifting toward winter one breath at a time.

But she rode ahead of it all—

a clean, swift line of motion

cutting through the calm of a Cambridge fall.

Whitetail Deer, Brown County, Wisconsin USA

...

I refuse to swallow that dust, that aching earth, that bitten sand,

that certainty of living which my flesh accepts

when it learns that the world and this body

turn like a sign the celestial eye can't read.

I don't want, no, to whine and lift my tongue,

to sling it like a stone that shatters a face,

that smashes the glass of those vast skies

beyond which no one hears the sounds of life.

[from I am Destiny in A Longing for the Light by Vicente Aleixandre

Hope (which is the embodiment of eschatology) can see what will be, and so empowers both faith and charity. To know the certainty of resurrection, the heart must open to God with a dilation caused by liturgical asceticism across the years of our life.

-David W. Fagerberg, Consecrating the World On Mundane Liturgical Theology

Adrienne blinked, stunned. “What do you mean I remember from times past?”

Kayla’s voice softened. “Every soul carries echoes. No matter how many lives you've lived, something always lingers—instincts, fragments… a pull toward what you once were.”

Adrienne narrowed her eyes. “You’re saying I was reincarnated… and that I used to be a Jumper?”

“I don’t just think it—I know it,” Kayla said, certainty in her voice. “It’s in your lineage. Your DNA. Your bloodline. You, I came from the same origin. You’ve reincarnated dozens of times since the beginning always connected to that spark.”

Adrienne’s disbelief flickered behind her guarded expression, but something in her shifted—curiosity, maybe. Or dread.

“I hope we can awaken some of your memories,” Kayla said gently. “So you won’t have to relearn everything from scratch.”

She reached out, pressing her fingertips to the side of Adrienne’s head. Eyes fluttering closed, she inhaled deeply, then held the silence like a thread between them.

Adrienne’s mind went blank and saw she saw intense bright light.

A moment passed. Then another. Kayla’s smile broke quietly across her face.

“Yes… it’s all there. Buried deep, but intact.”

“What’s there? What did you do?” Adrienne asked, her voice wary.

“Everything,” Kayla said. “The instincts, the paths you once walked as a Jumper. It's all there. Once you begin using your abilities, it’ll start returning.”

Adrienne shook her head, uncertain. This is insane, she thought. How did I get into this...

Kayla opened her eyes and responded without missing a beat. “Not insane. Just… more real than you’re ready to admit.”

Adrienne flinched. “That was— You were in my head. I heard you inside my head.”

Kayla grinned, playful and sure. “Yup. You’ve got this. Don’t block it—believe.”

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Adrienne blinked, looking around at the unfamiliar place. Glancing at Kayla “Where are we?”

“We’re in an alley in Rome. Are you hungry?” Kayla smiled.

"Hungry? I’m starving," Adrienne said, pressing a hand to her stomach. "I haven’t eaten in hours. Rome, Italy??"

Kayla smirked. "Seems like I’ve heard that before. My favorite restaurant is just around the corner. Yes, Italy."

A loud bang caused both girls to jump and turn to look outside. Nerves commented Kayla.

Inside, Kayla scanned the restaurant and requested a booth in the farthest corner, darkened and private. She slid in close to Adrienne, their thighs pressed together as she ordered a bottle of red wine. Leaning close to Adrienne, her voice barely audible. "We need to talk quietly. They’re everywhere. Listening."

The waiter approached, bottle in hand, and gave them a knowing glance. Their heads were tilted toward each other, the space between them minimal as he poured their glasses.

Adrienne inhaled sharply, scanning the restaurant with growing unease. Then, turning back to Kayla, she whispered, "What exactly just happened back at my place?"

Kayla swirled her wine in the glass before taking a slow sip. "It’s more about what didn’t happen. They found us, things went sideways. I jumped, but you got stranded. I jumped back to get you out."

Adrienne shook her head slightly, not understanding. "There were two of you?"

Kayla leaned in closer, her voice barely audible. "Yes. I jumped back in time—I was there with you. But when I jumped back again, a ‘future me’ appeared. Two timelines converged."

Adrienne studied her carefully. "And where is the other you now?"

Kayla exhaled softly, fingertips brushing against the stem of her glass. "She jumped when we did. After that, I’m not sure. What I did was risky. It created what’s called a timeline knothole—a loose end. She still exists in the timeline we were in. But by pulling you out, I changed it."

Adrienne’s gaze flickered over Kayla’s face, searching for certainty. "If anything happens to her…?"

"IF something were to happen, depending on what point in time it happens, , it could affect me in this timeline. It’s dangerous."

Adrienne took a breath, her fingers tightening around her glass. Kayla tilted her head, studying her reaction, then offered a sly smile. "I know it’s confusing. Try the wine."

They sipped in silence, their shoulders nearly touching. Kayla tore off a piece of bread, then asked, "How did you find the device?"

Adrienne sighed. "I was in an antique store…" She hesitated, staring at her glass. "It was like it called to me. I should never have touched it. That’s when the trouble started."

Kayla’s expression darkened. "It had belonged to another jumper—they left it out as bait. You heard it because you’re one of us. They weren’t sure but the moment you activated it, even briefly, you were on everyone’s radar."

What if I hadn’t activated it?

Kayla poured more wine in their glasses. “They would have taken it back and almost certainly would have killed you.”

Adrienne swallowed hard. "What happened to the other jumper?"

Kayla met her gaze, voice barely above a whisper. "They killed her."

Adrienne froze, stunned, just as the waiter placed their plates of pasta in front of them.

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In the pouring rain, she walks along the tracks of an abandoned station, with no clear destination, but one certainty: she’s running from a past too heavy to bear. The world around her feels blurred, erased by the mist and raindrops, but each step brings her closer to somewhere else. No trains pass through here anymore, yet she knows this twisted path will lead her to a long-awaited freedom. In the silence, only nature stands as her quiet witness, observing her transformation...

In the period of preparation the soul loves in emptiness. It does not know whether anything real answers its love. It may believe that it knows, but to believe is not to know. Such a belief does not help. The soul knows for certain only that it is hungry. The important thing is that it announces its hunger by crying. A child does not stop crying if we suggest to it that perhaps there is no bread. It goes on crying just the same. The danger is not lest the soul should doubt whether there is any bread, but lest, by a lie, it should persuade itself that it is not hungry. It can only persuade itself of this by lying, for the reality of its hunger is not a belief, it is a certainty.

-Simone Weil, “Forms of the Implicit Love of God,” an essay written in April of 1942.

In addition to the shot of NRFF deep in the Lehigh Gorge at Penn Haven as seen here: flic.kr/p/2nEJvDV I also made a point to photograph the Lehigh Gorge Scenic Railway excursion while out here. Just over a mile south of M&H Junction at Penn Haven as seen in that photo is a location on the railroad known as Old Penn Haven (five miles on foot or bike from the nearest road). This was once where the Lehigh Valley Railroad mainline swung over and crossed the river to the east bank. When exactly the railroad was realigned and the new bridge was built I'm not sure, perhaps after the floods in 1911 but if anyone knows with certainty I'd be interested to learn.

Located at MP 129.7 on modern day RBMN's Lehigh Division mainline this wide spot along the right of way features a small runaround where LGSR power usually swaps ends. However this day they simply paused for a moment and then reversed directions and shoved back the 7 miles to Jim Thorpe. Here is the 3 PM excursion basking in the sun between the green hills of the surround gorge with the sharp OCS units in charge. As for these two F units, 270 (former NS 4270) and 275 (former NS 4275) are an F9A and F7B respectively acquired at auction in November 2019 when Norfolk Southern divested their executive power.

Old Penn Haven

Lehigh Township, Pennsylvania

Sunday August 14, 2022

Mongolia, neopan 400

“There is no certainty; there is only adventure.”

― Roberto Assagioli

Early morning, still night darkness

The Cathedral of Linköping is the second biggest church in Sweden, and is 110 m long and 107m in height.

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Year 1153 was the stone church with certainty completed, which emerges from the documents of the Church Council in the same year, it was then a Romanesque basilica and about half as large as today.

Subject shimmering

Fleeting form

Dissolves certainties

Helios44-2 58mmF2 (front element reversed)

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The rain had stopped, leaving behind glistening cobblestones reflecting the golden glow of the bridge’s lamps. The city was silent, save for the whisper of the wind and the steady rhythm of their hearts. They had drifted apart, lost in the currents of time and unspoken words. Yet, on this misty night, as if drawn by fate, their steps had led them back to each other.

No words were needed,just a glance, a hand reaching out, and the quiet certainty that they had never truly let go. Under the streetlights, they no longer questioned whether to move forward together… They already knew.

I believe this is a Needham's skimmer, but I don't know enough to say with absolute certainty. Happy Wings Wednesday AND Happy Bokeh Wednesday!

Cattails sway about madly as extreme winds blow in behind a late autumn cold front. I love experiencing rapid weather changes brought on by storms. There's a feeling of disarray, both in the landscape and sky, as air masses collide. Vast amounts of energy are released in the process, an abundant source of creative motivation just waiting to be tapped.

Out in this open meadow, the gusty wind was whipping everything around me into a continuous blur. Very difficult to focus the eye on any one thing when everything is in motion. Photography truly becomes more of a shoot by feel process rather than one of looking through viewfinder. As is often the case, I'm responding more to how the scene makes me feel rather than how it actually looks.

The cattails delineate an impassable boundary for me. Stems from an irrational fear of snakes. Even as a child, I equated cattails with marshes and wetlands and a high probability of harboring snakes. Even with snakes in hibernation in this freezing cold air, the tangle of overgrowth and the certainty of sinking into mud in the still soft earth was more than enough to deter me. Still I lingered on the verge; the scene almost comically bleak, the sky a dark shade or murder gray.

The days when operating the Rhäsa Tanklager was a certainty for Hector Rail's former Di6 locomotives are long gone. On September 27, 2025, two former NSB locomotives stood idle in Nossen, while EuroDual 2159 261 of Netzwerkbahn Sachsen was busy with the tank wagons transporting diesel. In the photo, the train from the Tanklager has almost arrived at Nossen station. After a quick shunting maneuver, it continued towards Döbeln.

I who learned to fly, with each flight

of pure teachers

in the forest, in the sea, in the

streams,

back in the sand

or in dreams.

I stayed here, tied up

to the roots,

to the magnetic mother, to the earth,

lying to myself

and flying

only inside of me,

alone and in the dark.

That's why I profess

the clarity that never stopped

and I learned from the birds

the thirsty hope,

the certainty and the truth of the flight.

Excerpt from the poem "El vuelo" by Pablo Neruda

Auld Lang Syne , Isles of Scotland (99, 125, 18) - General

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Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out. © Vaclav Havel

At the Berlin Botanical Gardens, inspired by:

"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."

Vincent van Gogh

1,5 Millionen Lichtpunkte haben den Ort ein paar Wochen lang verzaubert - genau was man braucht an den dunkelsten Tagen des Jahres...

Afraid of the Dark

"I'm afraid of the dark," he said,

but what he meant, I couldn't grasp.

I'm afraid of the light instead.

What more could terrify me than a future I have to face,

a gleaming torrent of certainty,

a resounding push forward,

but the dark?

The dark is my putty; a shadowy liquid,

a fickleness that prays on hope and fear,

and with it holds an escape.

He fears the dark because it can deceive him.

I fear the light because it is the truth.

Written by

CautiousRain 21/F/USA

from: hellopoetry.com

When you scream, it sounds like a lullaby

When you beg, I get all gooey inside

Tonight I take your eyes, mind and tongue

To spread the word and watch your kingdom come

Another night with you, another wound

You keep me in stitches, you tear me to pieces

I need new voices in my head to speak my secret evils with

I need new lovers in my bed to be my friends and special pets

I need your scent all over me

I need to taste your blasphemy

I need to know with certainty that the nectar was worth the squeeze

It's just the way that we are diseased

It's the blade that stains us

It's the sweetest disease

It's so contagious

It's just the way that we are diseased

I's the blade that stains us

It's the sweetest disease

It's so contagious

Once upon a time

I ripped the wings from my spine

But when I hide inside your eyes

I still pretend that I can fly

Tell me every secret

So you can fall in love

Then to fall to pieces

I need new voices in my head, a new disguise for me to hide

I need new lovers in my bed to feed my secret appetites

I need your sins all over me

I need to taste this tragedy

I need to know with certainty the nectar was worth the squeeze

~Otep

Song: Special Pets

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post prod by me

8-10 mm. Completely reddish brown colored blowhead fly with yellow head. The different species from this genus are difficult to distinguish. Only the females can be determined with certainty, based on the shape of the cleat. The ordinary crooked body has a light that is flattened and barely protruding.

Similar species

Looks a lot like the mystical crook body, but can be distinguished by the flattened cleat. Species from the genus Myopa are also colored red-brown, but have a white head.

Biotope

The species parasitizes on bumblebees and can therefore be found everywhere where bumblebees can be found: from gardens and city parks to moors and bogs.

Appearance

A general species that is spread all over the Netherlands. Flight time late May to early September.

Herkenning

8-10 mm. Geheel roodbruin gekleurde blaaskopvlieg met gele kop. De verschillende soorten uit dit genus zijn moeilijk van elkaar te onderscheiden. Alleen de vrouwtjes zijn met zekerheid te determineren, aan de hand van de vorm van het klampje. De gewone kromlijf heeft een klampje dat afgeplat is en nauwelijks uitsteekt.

Gelijkende soorten

Lijkt veel op de mystieke kromlijf maar is aan de hand van het afgeplatte klampje te onderscheiden. Soorten uit het genus Myopa zijn ook roodbruin gekleurd, maar hebben een witte kop.

Biotoop

De soort parasiteert op hommels en is daarom overal te vinden waar hommels te vinden zijn: van tuinen en stadsparken tot heide en hoogveen.

Voorkomen

Een algemene soort die verspreid over heel Nederland voorkomt. Vliegtijd eind mei tot begin september.

Avhal’s voice interupted the conversation. “K’hall, the signal has ceased. It wasn’t possible to pinpoint its origin—closest estimate is within 500 sectors.”

K’hall stood, his eyes narrowed. “Are you certain it was the same signal?”

Avhal stepped closer. “No doubt,” “The signal was strong for a short time. It is unusual. There is no mistaking it.”

“Hold position here. Remain cloaked. Continue scanning in case the signal resumes.” K’hall stood in thought then shifted his gaze toward the girls, His stare of his icy blue eyes was unsettling—like he was peeling back their thoughts layer by layer.

Kayla felt the weight of his scrutiny and broke the silence. “What do you mean by allies?”

K’hall set back down, speaking slowly, his voice low. “Are others of your kind aiding you in this mission?”

His expression darkened. “The signal Avhal detected—it came from a device like the one you carry.”

Both girls stiffened.

K’hall’s eyes locked onto Kayla. “As I have said, the lizards must never gain the ability to breach the veil.” His tone sharpened. “I must know—are you working with others that share your abilities?”

Kayla shook her head, “There is only Adrienne and me. There is a mistake. The signal you received must be coming from some other source.

K’hall’s voice dropped. “Are you certain those who were captured did not survive?”

“Of that I am certain. The reptiles have a device but cannot activate it to send a signal,” Kayla replied, her voice steady.

“Two of your kind were taken by the lizards and perished. Both were jumpers. Both carrying devices, correct? Why do you say the lizards only have one device? What happened to the second device?”

“Adrienne now carries the second.“ Kayla said. “She was unaware of her bloodline or any of this. The reptiles laid one of the captured VDDs out as bait—it called to her. It was when she accidentally activated it that I found her.”

“And the device the lizards possess? Could they have already used it to breach the veil?”

Kayla shook her head, “The reptilians will be unable to activate the VDD they have.”

K’hall didn’t blink. “How can you be so sure of this? The lizards are cunning. They have learned much from humans.”

Kayla stated with certainty, “VDD activation is controlled by thought and requires someone with our DNA. The device is useless to anyone else.”

K’hall’s questions were beginning to feel like a trap. She couldn’t read his thoughts. Kayla’s concern grew.

Then it struck her. She hesitated, glanced at Adrienne, and spoke slowly—almost to herself. “That signal… there IS one possibility.”

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The Shed at Old Warden is a famously mysterious structure whose exact age and function is unclear. Some say that it is a portal to a parallel universe, others that it is houses the infinite number of expendable volunteers used to hold up the bunting for planes, such as the one in the picture, to fly under. What is known with certainty, however, is that it has the uncanny ability to appear unbidden and unexpectedly in a great number of otherwise fine aeroplane photographs.

The DHC-1 Chipmunk is 1940's trainer used by many air forces around the world, including that of Canada whose national markings it carries, and remains a popular aircraft for private pilots.

The white square visible on the grass below the aircraft is the target for flour bombing attempts by this and 3 other barnstorming aircraft. As the announcer told us, 'The safest place to be standing in the entire airfield during the flour-bombing is on the target itself - they never manage a direct hit', and he was right!

"If one has the answers to all the questions - that is the proof that God is not with him. It means that he is a false prophet using religion for himself. The great leaders of the people of God, like Moses, have always left room for doubt. You must leave room for the Lord, not for our certainties; we must be humble."

- Pope Francis

Hay algo indescriptible cuando el sol se eleva sobre los ghats de Varanasi, los escalones espirituales que conducen al Ganges, el río sagrado de India y el más místico del mundo. En ese momento, la certeza de que nos encontramos ante el despertar del mundo, de la Tierra y todas sus aristas, alcanza su cúlmen cuando alguien entona una oración en silencio o un sacerdote reza frente a este caudal que recalibra los sentidos.

Durante cualquier viaje a Varanasi, adelantar la alarma del reloj (antes de las 5:30, para ser exactos) supone la mejor forma de disfrutar de los muchos matices que ofrece esta ciudad ubicada en el estado de Uttar Pradesh. Pero siempre, eso sí, bajo el conocimiento parcial de lo que vamos a encontrar en sus riberas. Porque Varanasi puede que no sea la ciudad más monumental de India, pero sí la que evoca gran parte de su espiritualidad. La determinación de quienes se bañan en sus aguas buscando limpiar sus pecados para alcanzar la iluminación e interrumpir el samsara, concepto que engloba el deambular por diferentes vidas en función de sus actos.

There is something indescribable when the sun rises over the ghats of Varanasi, the spiritual steps leading to the Ganges, India's sacred river and the most mystical in the world. At that moment, the certainty that we are facing the awakening of the world, of the Earth and all its edges, reaches its peak when someone intones a silent prayer or a priest prays in front of this flow that recalibrates the senses.

During any trip to Varanasi, setting your alarm clock ahead (before 5:30, to be exact) is the best way to enjoy the many nuances that this city located in the state of Uttar Pradesh has to offer. But always, yes, with partial knowledge of what we are going to find on its banks. Because Varanasi may not be the most monumental city in India, but it is the one that evokes much of its spirituality. The determination of those who bathe in its waters seeking to cleanse their sins to achieve enlightenment and interrupt samsara, a concept that encompasses wandering through different lives depending on their actions.

Nikon D 300 18-200 VR

Il existe de multiples variétés de mouettes. Identifier la bonne espèce avec certitude est affaire de spécialiste. Leur plumage diffère selon les saisons Heureusement, chez tous nos amis Laridés ( Mouettes, Goélands, Sternes et Labbes ), les mâles et les femelles sont identiques.

Il y a cependant quelques différences notables qui ne peuvent échapper à I'œil du néophyte.

Nous avons retenu les principales espèces. Le goéland railleur en Camargue, le goéland d'Audouin en Corse, certaines espèces de haute mer ou quelques espèces égarées comme la mouette bougmestre ne manqueront pas de vous rappeler qu'ornithologue est un métier.

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There are many varieties of gulls. Identifying the correct species with certainty is a matter specialist. Their plumage varies seasonally Fortunately, among our friends Laridae (Gulls, Terns and Jaegers), males and females are identical.

There are some notable differences which can not escape I'œil the neophyte.

We have identified the main species. The slender-billed gull in the Camargue, the Audouin's gull in Corsica, some species of sea or a few species such as gulls lost bougmestre not fail to remind you qu'ornithologue is a profession.

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Changing Seasons

Shot with a Minolta "CE Rokkor 80 mm F 5.6" (enlarging) lens on a Canon EOS R5.

It's strange, uncanny, to look at a photo of a place you remember.

While taking the photograph, your mind arranged the scene in your memory. Thinking back with certainty, I remembered two gas pumps, several exposed windows. The sign was different, maybe to the right a bit.

Now seeing the photo, I'll remember the place differently (and still maybe not accurately).

I don't have a photograph of where exactly this service station was in relation to the rest of the town. But I have a vivid memory of it; I have that same certainty. And I likely am just as wrong.

My memory and recall of this specific little town is probably not all that important. What's important is that I now understand just a little better how memory works.

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'Briss'

Camera: Mamiya RB67

Film: Fomapan 100

Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min

Kansas

July 2025

A huge apology to everyone yet again for my longish absence.

For several months it's been just one mini crisis after another so my photography more or less had to go on hold.

I can't say with any certainty that I will be any more efficient in my postings, so I will just do as and when....

Fortunately my interest hasn't waned , but unfortunately I'm getting a bit desperate to have my cataracts done as it's almost impossible to get the focus right with any certainty!

It's my own fault as it's something I kept putting off cos I'm a cowardy-custard! Now the lockdowns are here I could have to wait a year apparently! Oh my .....

I'm not complaining as I know everyone is suffering one way or another, so I'm counting my blessings.

Anyway - as you've probably guessed , this is another from my archives ! I changed the original to black and white to show the various reflections more and I also curved the lines of the blind behind to give a bit of surrealism.

Do you think someone needs to order me to decapitate the evil people? No need! I am alienated anyway, I feel enraged with a massive sense of wrong, I do no longer reflect and be hesitant because I have got certainty now! I deeply believe in the pap of far-right propaganda. I have got my grievance and I know what the prompt remedy is! If you are a liberal or a communist or whatever, your head is no longer safe! You enemies of mine have not understood that my violence is not just the "relief of my aggression" - it is much more than that. Violence is the acting out of my truth, it is part of my liturgy, and it confirms my faith.

the tree has no opinion about time. it grows in both directions through both moments - roots down into what we call future, branches up into what we call past, or perhaps the reverse. we are the ones who need sequence, who need to know which way time flows. but the water holds no such certainty. it reflects without interpretation, showing that warm and cool, ending and beginning, memory and anticipation exist in the same instant. perhaps this is what stillness teaches: that time is not a line we travel but a point we occupy, that every moment contains all moments, that the only direction is now. the tree already knows this. it has always known.

The specific origin of the Generals of the Ulla cannot be assured with certainty, but, due to the common characteristics of these masquerades, it is necessary to look for it in the different armed confrontations that occurred in the region throughout the 19th century: first the fight against the French invasion and, later, the revolution of 1846, which ended with the battle of Cacheiras, with the troops of each of the sides crossing the spaces in which this carnival is kept alive today. The different Carlist wars that took place in Spain during the nineteenth century would undoubtedly help create a collective astonishment that led to their ridicule.

The specific origin of the Generals of the Ulla cannot be assured with certainty, but, due to the common characteristics of these masquerades, it is necessary to look for it in the different armed confrontations that occurred in the region throughout the 19th century: first the fight against the French invasion and, later, the revolution of 1846, which ended with the battle of Cacheiras, with the troops of each of the sides crossing the spaces in which this carnival is kept alive today. The different Carlist wars that took place in Spain during the nineteenth century would undoubtedly help create a collective astonishment that led to their ridicule.

I very nearly talked myself out of attending this carnival. In the end, it wasn't so much a strong desire that brought me here. Rather it was a premonition of how bad I would feel the next day if I had blown it off. Truly a case of motivation as a result of negative consequences. Over the years I've learned that the outcome of events such as this are unpredictable. But there is the absolute certainty of failure through inaction. The carousel of life gives you only one ride; best to make every moment count.

My ambivalence with carnivals stems from the fact that they make me sad. I walk through the venue surrounded by people having fun, yet everything I see creates a sense of melancholy. I'm detached at the surface level, but deeply engaged in the visuals. The camera is able to frame my feelings into something tangible. Here the chair riders are cast into a blur as if being spun around a luminous water fountain. Simultaneously magical and utterly forlorn.

274/365. Life through my eyes.

Busy, the boy with the most beautiful eyes in the world, my best friend, passed away yesterday, just as he lived—discreetly, quietly, with dignity, and without suffering. He would have turned 22 in July.

Once again, my heart is broken, and I'm in denial. I find myself expecting to see him in his favorite places, even though I was the one who laid his body to rest in the garden, next to our beloved Chubby and Bob.

Our house, still full of cats (the kittens we rescued from the streets and dumpsters) lovingly raised and cared for by him, now feels empty. Busy represented a certainty in my life for more than a third of my years, and I hope he always knew how much he was loved.

Thank you for every day, Buzukis, we will see each other again in another universe!

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