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2 Corinthians 4:17 “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.”
Sempervivum tectorum, the common houseleek, is a species of flowering plant in the family Crassulaceae, native to the mountains of southern Europe, cultivated in the whole of Europe for its appearance and a Roman tradition claiming that it protects buildings against lightning strikes.
The name Sempervivum has its origin in the Latin semper ('always') and vivus ('living'), because this perennial plant keeps its leaves in winter and is very resistant to difficult conditions of growth.
The specific epithet tectorum means 'of house roofs', referring to a traditional location for these plants.
The hairs that fringe the leaves can be seen on close inspection.
Iceland's wilderness along Snaefellsnes Peninsula with these rudimentary fences sometimes being the only witness of human presence here.
Happy Fence Friday!
St. John the Baptist's Church (15th ct.) in Ribčev Laz on Lake Bohinj, Slovenia
Here, just by chance, we're caught, in the shade
staring, surprised, into eyes of the past
while watching the ducks as they circle the pond
It seems they are hands on a clock sweeping time
where silence is gentler,... because now we are friends
Today, on this bench, lost men will linger,
while waiting for nothing, and no place to go
Once we had claimed this 'our' place to hold hands,
planning a future that never began
Children we were with the world at command
I'm glad we aren't talking in circles, .. like then
Other children are playing in the rust afternoon,
zippered up tight, against winter wind
Talking of children..you tell me there's two
You show me a photo,…then, I share a few
I am all out of bread, as the sun starts to fade
taking away all the stains of the day
East of the bandstand shadows grow long,
falling in corners like memories do
We've learned to know twilight can be bittersweet
And taste what dim recall has only allowed
Goodbyes are said, and you then, kiss my cheek, ..
then you turn and you wave, as you are crossing the street
Left wondering now, where those lost men will go,
it worries my brow, what lost men will eat
A shadow of you, is still left in the park, …
of us holding hands, as it starts to get dark
I leave a few dollars here, on our bench
Checking my watch,… I will leave no regrets.
(While Feeding the Ducks by Carrie Richards)
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
♫
It's a harder way
And it's come to claim her
And I always say
We should be together
I can see below
'Cause there's something in here
And if you are gone
I will not belong here
And I started to hear it again
But this time it wasn't the end
And the room was so quiet, oh
And my heart is a hollow plain
For the devil to dance again
And the room was too quiet, oh
I was looking for a breath of life
A little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang no
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Red-rumped Parrot (Psephotus haematonotus) male (on the left) female
In previous years, the rights to this nesting hole near the top of the tree trunk have been fiercely contested between the Lorikeets (Rainbow and Purple-crowned) and the Parrots. Looks like Mr. and Mrs. Red-rumped have laid an early claim for the coming season.
Many locals have made claims they say that you can hear the rumbling sounds of a train nearing, the steam whistle howling, and the screeching of wheels as if the train is grinding to a halt, but nothing ever appears, nothing is there at all, except for the haunting chill of the night.
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“And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands;
and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910
∎ Source: www.goodreads.com
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Palais des Papes (Palace of the Popes) / Avignon / Provence / France
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House Wren very noisily staking his territorial claim around the nesting box. Both my small bird nesting boxes are now occupied by house wrens who very aggressively defend them.
Unfortunately, since the arrival of the house wrens chasing other small birds away from the nesting boxes, species such as chickadees, tufted titmouse and even carolina wrens seem to be visiting my yard, in Chester County, PA, much less frequently.
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I managed to take a walk today, a day a bit 'more "warm" than the previous ones.
I did not have the "official" camera with me because I wanted to be free of weight and photographic obligations.
I wanted to enjoy the walk and I found myself, instead, taking a lot of photos of the fascinating river and the path in winter clothes.
This small nikon compact, now dated, is able to capture the "mood" of the environment, probably better than the other, has no claims in detail, all that immortal is what I needed today- the essence of the river in winter, in its apparent calm, in the dull colors, in the bony trees and in the total absence of living beings of all kinds....
Fabrizio De André - Le acciughe fanno il pallone (Live)
The chosen music has nothing to do with the photo, but is a tribute to De André in the twenty years since his death and a tribute to my father on his birthday ....
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A first!!! With quite a few western tanagers hanging around now, I have put out some orange halves and a wee bit of grape jelly for them to snack on. Yesterday morning I got a quick glimpse of orange before it flew off. Could it be? Later that day I got my answer as this male Bullock's Oriole came back to "claim" the jelly as his own. While not the natural perch I was hoping for, this is still the first time I have seen one in our backyard, He was here again this morning so maybe a better shot is in store?
I am also hoping a female was here yesterday as well as they look similar to the female western tanagers.
Thanks so much to everyone who takes the time to view, like or comment on my photos!
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Well I would like to claim this happened, but offroadannonymous was stood next to me and has already a posted a shot of both.
He was concerned the clay train would be bowled by the HST and his fears were averted as the HST rounded the corner, but wait the toot of the horn of the approaching 66 could be heard at the same time. What seemed like an age holding the camera steady as it was joked it would be easier if I nipped back to the car to get my tripod. Anyway the overlay was surprisingly minimal for being handheld.
The location Burngullow Junction, well about half a mile west.
There are few greater words that can come out of your mans mouth then "mine". Well at least in my opinion. When it comes to being a submissive I like to entice my partner with sexy harnesses. Now Promagic has released a beautiful new full body harness. Made special for Fetish Fair this full body harness comes in ten great colors with four colors for the decorative stones. Made for the maitreya body Chingaari is sure to make your dominates head turn...in the best of ways.
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This Gannet was staking a claim to this prime nesting location at Bempton Cliffs earlier today. It left occasionally to collect nesting material but in it's absence other Gannets would help themselves to the materials it had already collected!
Under it's left wing you can just make out some blue plastic material. Plastic will, sadly, continue to make up a considerable part of the nests of sea birds unless and until we get a grip of this man-made crisis.
As always, thank you so much for stopping by and for leaving any comments or faves, they are very much appreciated.
Claiming a territory.
It is once the time of year when the male Red-winged Blackbirds start their territorial displays. Taken at Bombay Hook NWR in Delaware.
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Teddy is all about forbidden spaces. We keep him out of bedrooms as he tends to be a little thief, but he never misses an opportunity when presented. We’ve been redecorating a small bedroom and there is absolutely nothing in it of interest to Teddy. But this morning I opened the door for just a second - and got this….Looking seriously pleased with himself. He posed all over the room
The small community of Hatch, New Mexico bills itself as the chili capital of the world. There did seem to be a lot of chilies there. Fresh, dried, roasted, bottled, green or red; whatever your heart desires in the way of chili can be found in Hatch.
Happy Saturated Saturday!
Texture by FlyPaper...White Shagreen
"Observe the marvels as they happen around you. Don't claim them. Feel the beauty moving through and be silent."
Rumi (1207-1273) Persia
Found this rose a few weeks ago in a park in Cobourg.
Castle Combe - a quintessentially English village which some claim is the prettiest village in England..seen here on a Sunday morning before the crowds arrived...although I think he's a local !
Short Leash: Claimed Cock Leash & BDSM Basics - Wax Play Version
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It is wisely claimed, that a Jedi is deadly and almost unstoppable. As a member of the Imperial inquisitorial squad we focus on the "Almost", and fear not the Jedi traitors. It is quite interesting that those who hunt and oppose them who stand on the symbolic divine pillar should give rise to such controversy and debate.
But we don't care, we know what has to be done, and we have got quite efficient at neutralising the threat.
One all to often hear claims that during the clone wars the clone troopers was skilled enough to vanquish the Jedi. They had one advantage we don't, they surprised their Jedi commanders and turned foe with not a seconds notice. The element of surprise is a luxury we seldom, almost never, enjoy, they the clones cheated. Instead we train hard, we study them, we hunt them, we fight them, we die, we vanquish the remnants of the order, and they flee and finally, inevitably, they die. We bring peace and stability to a war torn empire.
"Attempting to claim the treats" This is the first image in Robbie’s (Gray Squirrel) MI (mission impossible) series. I have to say, I wish I would have thought to switch to video mode. After this amusing encounter, I may have to change Robbie’s name to Tom Cruise.
As I was making the rounds to fill the bird feeders, Robbie was sneaking around in the foliage near the main feeder. He was following me but keeping his distance. I surprised him by placing some seeds and mealworms on a stone beneath the feeders. Although at first, he appeared to be slightly astonished by the gesture, it didn’t take him long to partake in the treats.
Meanwhile, the area where Robbie’s allotted amount of food is normally placed on the palm stump under oak one, habitat enhancements were underway. This was in order to give that feeding station a bit more character and stability. Actually, the entire area is getting a smidgen of a makeover so it will be more people-friendly for small gatherings.
Once the feeding station enhancements were completed, I set up the camera, placed some treats, and began to work on the trimming and relocating some of the plants in the area. I fully expected Marion (Female Northern Cardinal) to swoop in and grab the first bite. She generally keeps a watchful eye out for treats to be placed and usually beats everyone to the punch in this location. In other words, she’s not afraid of the clicking monster (me).
However, Marion and the rest of the gang stayed in the neighbor’s trees fussing at me for messing with the vegetation in the area. Apparently, they were extraordinarily displeased! I can only imagine what I believe to be modest revisions must look like an extreme transformation to them.
As I tended to the task at hand, I listened to the boisterous calls of my aggravated regulars. They seemed to be expressing their complete frustration and concerns about the activities at hand. Unhappy or not, their voices are still beautiful. Cranky cardinal, wren, tufted titmouse, and parula calls were carried far and wide. Not the bluebirds, they have not been visiting on a regular basis as of late.
Suddenly, I heard something rustling in the understory beside me. I looked to see Robbie slowly creeping across the ground towards the feeding station. He was checking out the changes and keeping an eye on me. Then with some impressive mission impossible style moves Robbie scampered to a tree stump that had been temporarily placed in the area.
He shimmied all around the stump while in the pancake position before moving on closer, closer, and ever closer towards the newly upgraded platform. Robbie had but one mission in mind, get those treats without being seen. Haha, I kept telling him I could see him but he totally ignored me and continued with his games. He would hide behind leaves, jump around, lay flat, and repeat.
But wait, what do I hear? By a shift in the sound of the bird's chatter, they were ready to forgive the intrusion and visit the yard for treats. Yes, the bird show was going to happen after all. The question became who shall complete the mission? Will Robbie be the first to get a treat or will Marion slip in and claim them for herself?
I hope you have a pleasant day, happy snapping.
I certainly will not claim to be the kind of person who enjoys getting up early, my bed is far too comfortable compared to going to work. Once in a great while, on a work day, I get up semi early, and on a whim, I did the other day, and when I popped open the work computer to deal with something before leaving, I decided to look at the train situation on the random rare chance something good was out and about. Boy was I in luck, working in Flint was an IC deathstar, one that I have shot several times in several different spots. That day was the day I got to work unbelievably early, not to be a good employee, but to foam out and look like a good employee at the same time. Making their way west with a big train, A491 crawls past a lovely fresh patch of wildflowers west of Swartz Creek.