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We can ignore it
Or fall victim to it
The perception can pass quickly
Or slow it's pace
Powerless against it
Find the time to breath
Accepting the fact
It will not stop
Former cloister Haydau lies in the district Alt-Morschen of the municipality Morschen in the Schwalm Eder Kreis in Hesse. It is the cloister best of all preserved in his architectural continuance of the Cisterciansinnen in Hesse.
In 1232 landgrave Konrad von Thüringen and his field captain Friedrich von Treffurt to Spangenberg attacked the Mainz broad city of Fritzlar. They pillage and threaten to burn the town, they burnt down and looted the conventual church Saint Peter. Friedrich's family to the Fritzlarer provost Gumbert offered to the penalty obliged her endowment around the moor, so Haydau. On the 23rd of January, 1235 provost Gumbert confirmed this handing over to the Cisterciansinnen.
In the middle of the 14th century cloister of Haydau had developed not only to a spiritual-cultural, but also an economic centre in which the landgraves of Hessian had pledged towns and villages.
After a beautiful pre-dawn kayak paddle on Blue Cypress Lake, alone with the sounds of nature and a beautiful sunrise, I switched gears to birds and put on my 200-600 lens. For once I remembered to change from single shot to high-speed continuance. Osprey are not in town in any great numbers and have not started their nesting season yet. However, I could hear barred owls and hawks calling, as well as pileated woodpeckers, all of which I enjoy watching and photographing. Just as the light was perfect, I spotted a red-shouldered hawk on top of a cypress tree. Much to my surprise and delight, what I assume is its mate, decided not to be left out of the photo session. They must have been mugging for the camera to have taken a branch in front, giving me my best opportunity. Red-shouldered hawks are monogamous and often use the same nest each year. They only live 5-10 years and their eggs and chicks are predated upon, but they are very common in South Florida and do well here. (Buteo lineatus)
...a continuance of 'Bridge to Frozenland'. Had a great photo shoot this particular morn as the conditions were right for magic.
My photography is a similar attempt, a gesture of faith. The marks and photographs form a link, however slight and human, between our mortality and the continuance around us :-)
Linda Connor
HMM! Justice Matters! No one is above the law.
day lily, our yard, cary, north carolina
I had arrived at the Raven Fork River and was amazed at the beauty down in the cove. The old steel bridge, a remnant of days gone by, crossing over the river, led to the continuance of the trail on the other side ascending up the mountainside to Enloe Creek Falls. At this time the sun was very bright and there was overly extreme contrast between the light and shadows here, but I did my best to get a photo anyway. I had already come this far, and for a scene and setting so beautiful as this, I couldn't resist. At least you can get a perspective of the setting. This area is completely remote, secluded and set apart deep in the Smoky Mountain wilderness.
Former cloister Haydau lies in the district Alt-Morschen of the municipality Morschen in the Schwalm Eder Kreis in Hesse. It is the cloister best of all preserved in his architectural continuance of the Cisterciansinnen in Hesse.
In 1232 landgrave Konrad von Thüringen and his field captain Friedrich von Treffurt to Spangenberg attacked the Mainz broad city of Fritzlar. They pillage and threaten to burn the town, they burnt down and looted the conventual church Saint Peter. Friedrich's family to the Fritzlarer provost Gumbert offered to the penalty obliged her endowment around the moor, so Haydau. On the 23rd of January, 1235 provost Gumbert confirmed this handing over to the Cisterciansinnen.
In the middle of the 14th century cloister of Haydau had developed not only to a spiritual-cultural, but also an economic centre in which the landgraves of Hessian had pledged towns and villages.
Winter Queen walks serenely and silently onward,
As if floating across frosted, muted landscapes.
Her floor trailing coat a cool watercolour flash,
Against a backdrop of silhouetted, bare branches and trunks,
Nodding seed heads on stalks,
And pale, grey skies that envelope it all.
Much of her is covered, her face exposed,
Brown skin glowing with beauty and warmth,
From a heart whose fire stays burning ever gently.
Her head turns one way and another to survey,
This precious wintry realm of stark splendour,
She made a promise to Autumn to keep and protect.
Her brilliant crown of snowflakes, stars and Winter roses,
Sits atop her afro of tight, silver curls,
Sparkling as it catches the meek light of the sunshine.
She is regal indeed, with an aura of nobility,
Not by birth, an inflated manmade construct,
But by nature’s hand, by earth’s seasonal wand.
She embraces her purpose with grace and wisdom,
Presiding over the cold and hardened earth.
Much of the natural world lies sleeping and biding,
Until time and warmth signal approaching Spring,
Tingling along patient roots, expectant stems,
Unfurling tendrils and hopeful buds.
She moves through Wintered woods, over snowy mounds,
looking for signs of creatures in hibernation.
Are they safe in their cosy, ecologically friendly homes?
Lying still beneath twiggy, mossy roofs?
Entwined in sleeping bags made of Autumn’s leaves?
Yes, she is satisfied they are biding their time too.
Signs of life remain on chilled earth and air,
Whilst others have sought out more hospitable climes.
Winter Queen has no favourites, but gains much joy and comfort,
From the valiant efforts of her winged and feathered friends.
How they flit and chatter, how they sing and soar,
How they commune and continue from dawn until dusk.
Her predominant responsibility is with the natural world.
However Winter Queen spares many a contemplation,
For the beings that live alongside and beyond hers,
For their world struggles for balance and this imbalances hers.
Love and kindness are in abundance there too,
But there also exists much anguish and injustice.
She sends her good wishes from within to without,
Calling on icy fractals to accept and absorb them,
Chilled, undulating airwaves to disperse and broadcast them.
She yearns for the people to heed the picture of Winter,
To see beyond the oils and pastels of it’s starkness,
For in it’s canvas are woven the themes for survival.
The fabric of love and life exist in their preservation,
In conservation, restoration and their essential protection.
For the continuance of the self, of humanity, of nature,
Of the gifts the universe has bestowed and made plenty.
Time taken to rest and to heal gathers strength,
And energy for future endeavours and strides.
Quiet pensiveness has descended over person, land and tree,
A calm introspection, remembrance and honesty.
But in earth’s stillness is a fruitful dormancy,
A preparation for growth and for challenges ahead,
A continuance of gentle but necessary proaction,
For with action comes hope and hope must survive.
Winter Queen will walk the earth, a beacon of reassurance,
Until the transition is upon her and temperatures begin to rise.
Nature’s excitement will grow and in the distance she will see,
Her sister Queen ready to embrace and to thank her,
To graciously receive the baton of hope and life,
For her task of conducting Spring’s mass awakening.
Former cloister Haydau lies in the district Alt-Morschen of the municipality Morschen in the Schwalm Eder Kreis in Hesse. It is the cloister best of all preserved in his architectural continuance of the Cisterciansinnen in Hesse.
In 1232 landgrave Konrad von Thüringen and his field captain Friedrich von Treffurt to Spangenberg attacked the Mainz broad city of Fritzlar. They pillage and threaten to burn the town, they burnt down and looted the conventual church Saint Peter. Friedrich's family to the Fritzlarer provost Gumbert offered to the penalty obliged her endowment around the moor, so Haydau. On the 23rd of January, 1235 provost Gumbert confirmed this handing over to the Cisterciansinnen.
In the middle of the 14th century cloister of Haydau had developed not only to a spiritual-cultural, but also an economic centre in which the landgraves of Hessian had pledged towns and villages.
Former cloister Haydau lies in the district Alt-Morschen of the municipality Morschen in the Schwalm Eder Kreis in Hesse. It is the cloister best of all preserved in his architectural continuance of the Cisterciansinnen in Hesse.
In 1232 landgrave Konrad von Thüringen and his field captain Friedrich von Treffurt to Spangenberg attacked the Mainz broad city of Fritzlar. They pillage and threaten to burn the town, they burnt down and looted the conventual church Saint Peter. Friedrich's family to the Fritzlarer provost Gumbert offered to the penalty obliged her endowment around the moor, so Haydau. On the 23rd of January, 1235 provost Gumbert confirmed this handing over to the Cisterciansinnen.
In the middle of the 14th century cloister of Haydau had developed not only to a spiritual-cultural, but also an economic centre in which the landgraves of Hessian had pledged towns and villages.
persistence: firm or obstinate continuance in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition.
It took 4+ years for me to photograph a Short-eared Owl, Many visits to known or probable habitat. Finally this persistence paid off with 4 Short-eared Owls hunting just before dusk.
Not much of a christmas mood without snow but there is at least mist, christmas decorations and a man with a bag that could be santa claus with a bit of imagination.
I wish you a good continuance of your christmas weekend and thank you for viewing!
"Upon attunement
Vibrationally
Of form with presence
We imbibe bliss
Enigmatically
In stillness doing nothing
Devoid of resistance
In an aspect yearning
We align with the divine
In childlike innocence
Manipura to Sahasrara
A funnel of delight
Sushumna throbbing
A pulse of rapture unending
From which we never alight
Each moment is unique
Vibrant with aliveness
In quietude we assimilate
Grace in continuance
Divine bliss in fullness
In stillness "
Poem is 'Stillness speaks softly' by Unseeking Seeker.
Excerpt from www.rbg.ca/events/urban-moorings-two-public-art-project/?...:
Artist Statement
There is a celestial plane that exists far beyond Mother Earth called Sky World, where Hodinöhsö:ni’ people originated from. Guided by Reflections takes the form of the Hodinöhsö:ni’ sky dome symbolizing these two worlds.
Mother Earth is depicted as a wooden dome, embodying the ever-lasting life cycle and everything growing on earth. It is adorned with the sky dome design, which is commonly found in Hodinöhsö:ni’ beadwork, pottery and textiles.
Using augmented reality, the Celestial Tree grows from the top of the dome rendering a glimpse into Sky World, offering healing to the waters below. The reflections of Earth and Sky World on the water provide moments of pause and mindfulness.
Guided by Reflections is a reminder that everything in the natural world is interconnected and we have a collective responsibility to honour and care for these gifts to ensure the continuance of future generations.
Stoped to get a few images of a small creek, turned out to be not so good. On the way back however this greeted my eye looking under the road snd the continuance of the creek.
Arguably, some of the most beautiful cars that Detroit produced came from the period between the mid fifties to the mid sixties. And, with it's gorgeous and sensuous flowing lines trimmed in bright stainless steel and chrome, this beautiful mid-fifties Cadillac 4 door hardtop is an elegant example of that. And, in my opinion, that sadly ended in and by the mid-sixties, and has never been quite the same since. I truly believe it was the last great decade (+) for Detroit and the US auto industry. Cars were true works of art then, and a final continuance of the art of the automobile from the decades that had preceded it. And like the flowers, where have all the beautiful cars gone...the Ford Thunderbirds, the Cadillac Broughams and Eldorado's, the Buick Rivieras and Wildcats, the Chrysler Imperials, the Pontiac Grand Prix's....gone to design graveyards all!
Vince
Former cloister Haydau lies in the district Alt-Morschen of the municipality Morschen in the Schwalm Eder Kreis in Hesse. It is the cloister best of all preserved in his architectural continuance of the Cisterciansinnen in Hesse.
In 1232 landgrave Konrad von Thüringen and his field captain Friedrich von Treffurt to Spangenberg attacked the Mainz broad city of Fritzlar. They pillage and threaten to burn the town, they burnt down and looted the conventual church Saint Peter. Friedrich's family to the Fritzlarer provost Gumbert offered to the penalty obliged her endowment around the moor, so Haydau. On the 23rd of January, 1235 provost Gumbert confirmed this handing over to the Cisterciansinnen.
In the middle of the 14th century cloister of Haydau had developed not only to a spiritual-cultural, but also an economic centre in which the landgraves of Hessian had pledged towns and villages.
Sie leben in Brasilien, ausgenommen der äußerste Süden und Osten, sowie in Nordparaguay, Ost-Bolivien, Ost-Peru, Ost-Kolumbien, im Norden bis Panama, Süd-Venezuela, Trinidad, Guyana, Surinam und Französisch-Guayana.
Wie bei fast allen Papageienarten befindet sich auch der Bestand des Gelbbrustaras in einigen Teilen seines Verbreitungsgebietes auf dem Rückzug. Der Hauptgrund ist die Zerstörung seiner Umwelt durch menschliche Siedler !!!
Link:
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gelbbrustara
Yellow-chested Macaws
They live in Brazil, with the exception of the extreme south and east, as well as in North Paraguay, East Bolivia, East Peru, East Colombia, the north to Panama, South Venezuela, Trinidad, Guyana, Suriname and French Guiana.
As with almost all parrot-types, also the continuance of the yellow-breast-aras is on the retreat in some parts of its spread-area. The main reason is the destruction of its environment by human settlers !!!
Link:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue-and-yellow_macaw
Guacamayo azulamarillo
Viven en Brasil, con la excepción del extremo sur y este, así como en el norte de Paraguay, el este de Bolivia, el este de Perú, el este de Colombia, el norte de Panamá, el sur de Venezuela, Trinidad, Guyana, Surinam y la Guayana Francesa.
Como con casi todos los tipos de loros, también la continuación de los pechos amarillos está en retirada en algunas partes de su área de dispersión. La razón principal es la destrucción de su medio ambiente por los colonos humanos!
Enlace:
es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ara_ararauna
Bitte respektiere mein Copyright. Keine Verwendung des Fotos ohne meine ausdrückliche Genehmigung.
Please respect my copyright. No use of the photo without my expressly permission.
Por favor, respete mis derechos de autor. Ningún uso de la foto sin mi permiso explícito.
Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies without a question in his heart, what excuse is there for his continuance?
~Frank Moore Colby
Each of these 4 shot posted today is an exercise in depth of field. Was experimenting in trying different ways to use DoF in a shot. I think there are four different uses in these shots. Any suggestions or comments greatly appreciated.
A Wilson's Phalarope pair, doing their best to ensure the continuance of the species. At this point the female appears to have had enough, and the male has slipped sideways into the water and released his grip on the back of her head. It was over in a flash.
Here's where it gets interesting. The female will lay her eggs and then abandon them, leaving the male to incubate them and introduce the new hatchlings to the world. The female, meanwhile, goes off to find another mate. This polyandrous behaviour must work for them; there seem to be a lot of phalaropes in the world. Of course, their long term survival will depend on our commitment to maintaining healthy wetland habitat.
I made this shot from the rolling red Toyota blind.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2024 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
The sun sets over a section of the Blue Lagoon which is located in the Svartsengi geothermal field, about 2.5 mile (4 km) north of the village of Grindavík. The location's name, Svartsengi, means "black field" in Icelandic and is appropriate given that the station is located on a 800 year old basaltic lava flow called Illahraun. The geothermal field is one of several located in the Reykjanes Volcanic Field which is a direct continuance of the North Atlantic Ridge on to the Island of Iceland. Illahraun was extruded during the most recent eruptions in the volcanic field which was called by the Vikings the Reykjaneseldar (Reykjanes Fires). These eruptions on the Peninsula occurred between 1210 to 1240. The strong seismic (earthquake) activity and constant eruptions traumatized and terrified the Norse settlers. That fact is obvious in the names they applied to the events. Illahrun means in "Lava of horror" in Icelandic. The movement of magma underground and along faults caused elevation changes on the Peninsula. Illahrun cooled quickly it moved toward the sea. The basaltic lava that dominates the flow is aa. This lava is characterized by a rough or rubbly surface composed of broken lava blocks called clinkers. The clinker-covered surface actually covers a massive dense core, which was the most active part of the flow. As the pasty lava in the core traveled downslope, the clinkers were carried along at the surface. At the leading edge of an aa flow, however, these cooled fragments tumble down and are buried by the advancing flow. This produces a layer of lava fragments both at the bottom and top of an aa flow. This blocky rough surface on the solidified lava flow is obvious in the photo.
The water in the photo discharges from the geothermal plant. The first phase of the electric power station was built in 1976. It was the world'´s first geothermal power plant that produced both electric and hot water for teleheating (district heating). Such systems distribute heat generated in a centralized location for residential and commercial heating requirements such as space heating and water heating. Water discharge from the plant was released into the fracture filled lava field. Unexpectedly, silica quickly sealed the fractures and vesicles and pools of water formed in the low spots with in the black volcanic field. Waste water containing sulfur, silica, salts and algae was building up in the lava flow due to mistakes and miscalculations on the part of the Utility Company. The power company fenced the area off but its own workers would soak in the waters. One of them had psoriasis. After some time of bathing in the muddy pools outside of his work place his condition began to improve at a speed so alarming that it made his doctor curious. The doctor began a research on the water. He found out that it was not only non-toxic, it also had massive health benefits for people suffering of many kinds of skin ailments. In 1981, It became known as Bláa Lónið, The Blue Lagoon. People started bathing in it when its supposed healing powers were popularized. In 1992, the Blue Lagoon company was established, and the bathing facility was opened for the public. Now advertised as a spa, its prices are high even for Iceland.The water shown in this photo is outside the swimming area. A trail that goes around this part of the flooded basalt flow. The white lining is sinter, silica that has precipitated out of the water. The waterâs milky color is due to silica that is in solution. At the source, the temperature of the geothermal fluid in the wells is superheated to 240°C (464°F). However the water that comes out of the power plant in to the Blue Lagoon averages 37-39 °C (99-102°F).
Studies show that over 80% of the tourists that visit Iceland go to the Blue Lagoon. It is considered by many to be one of the top natural wonders in Iceland. In fact in its "Wonders of the World" edition, National Geographic listed the Blue Lagoon in Iceland as one of the most impressive wonders of the world. A wonder, it may be but natural it is not. The hot water may be natural, the silica is natural but the silica rich warm water ponded in the craggy basalt flow is not natural or normal. What is a wonder is why the power utility was allowed to dump its mineral filled water in the natural environment. That would have led to fines in other countries. My family really enjoyed the place. I loved the photos I took but it is not a natural hot spring or fed by natural hot springs. Despite the beauty and praise, it is still a power plant!
The power station,was constructed in six sequent phases (finished in 2008), in each phase they built a new power plant, so the generation capacity increased to 150 MWth for the district heating and the nameplate capacity to 75 MW for electricity power. The Svartsengi Power Station is the only heating system for the local district on the Reykjanes Peninsula, which pipes hot geothermal water to more than 21,000 households
references:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Svartsengi_Power_Station
www.visitreykjanes.is/en/travel/places/nature/reykjanes
www.geocaching.com/geocache/GC6HQ0X_lava-field-illahraun?...
blogs.transparent.com/icelandic/2013/05/27/the-wonderful-...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Lagoon_(geothermal_spa)
landlopers.com/2012/03/04/blue-lagoon-iceland
This is what counts in the flower world, without the pistil and stamens there would be no continuance of the Lily or any other flower. Without insect and bird pollinators there would be no seeds as well.
Mission Statement - The National Museum of the American Indian (NMAI) is committed to advancing knowledge and understanding of the Native cultures of the Western Hemisphere—past, present, and future—through partnership with Native people and others. The museum works to support the continuance of culture, traditional values, and transitions in contemporary Native life. (As written @ americanindian.si.edu/about/mission/)
Nature provides the foundation for our lives - fortitude in times of upheaval. No matter what happens in our own little world, the sun still rises each morning and flowers bloom in the spring. Nature is where I go when I need a mental reset from everything happening around me. Here is a nice memory from our Iceland Winter Workshop back in Feb. We are sold out for Iceland 2021 but stay tuned for more exciting workshop opportunities coming soon!
Oh Heavens, let the damned phone ring
unanswered call to the throes of telesales
I do not care to linger here
but take the air, the space, the time
of pleasantries in memories of no fear
this is pure magic in the realms of the fantastical
but not fantasy, that steps-in before we do
unnoticed, so let it go too
only hallucinatory haloes care to matter
in the course of feeling it's parachuting virtue
engulfing us like a song when we loved to live
now returns reliving our love of it's remembrance
it's in our eye today what reflects yesterday
and that can be a lovely felling, can it not?
if you ever have time to betray...
let it be so, for a recollection, souvenir, has meaning
spiralling back to you for a very valuable reason
it testifies in defence of your very being
those memories have the agility of ability
far, far beyond anything in legible writing
our days are so tegulated we forget their importance
a role above our heads, keeping us dry...
yet always above water, the weal of continuance
nothing that can't be fixed or abridged
a gallery of lost pleasures now illustrate a free-handed credence
for all endeavours and advantageous circumstance
nothing concludes our days better than the truly natural touch
a hand in our lives is forever the heartbeat of life's power
we frequent it's House but remain forgetful of how it's located
as if Nature needed yet another miracle to conjure-
under our very naive noses we sniff at all Her enchantments
stealing Her fragrance to manipulate our cosmetic (un)kind
then take on Euhemerism to commercial effect too
touching the nether regions of flagrant pampering
such a shower through and through!!
but as we speak something on the wind always digests our thoughts,
and that is not pie in the sky
nor something to flip the bird at!
but Her generosity over ages past
are the lever with which barbaric and futile wars may be combat.
by anglia24
11h40: 11/04/2008
©2008anglia24
A Martial's poem translated by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517 – 1547).
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain,
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule nor governance;
Without disease the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare;
True wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress;
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night:
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517 – 1547) was an English aristocrat, and one of the founders of English Renaissance poetry.
Surrey and his friend Thomas Wyatt were the first English poets to write in the sonnet form that Shakespeare later used, and Henry was the first English poet to publish blank verse.
This was my first visit to Long Jetty on the NSW central coast. Given the clear skies I decided to get ready for that fleeting moment of colour that appears some mornings in the west as the sun rises in the east. With the camera ready and the sun nearing the horizon behind me I was given a brief moment of warm colours in the otherwise clear sky.
It might look like these are clouds but I actually think it was just a combination of haze and fog.
Shot with a Nikon D800 and 16-35 lens
Press “L” to view this large on black and, as always, thanks for looking.
Suffering, in all it's varied forms, is what exactly?
A compounding of fractured soul, so matter-of-factly,
She said that He Himself said,
That surgery is an art gallery of faith instead
Masterpieces where health invariably decreases
Swan songs of broken hearts where love ceases
To enliven home truth's of carefree surrealism
One empty soul does not make another idealism,
Minimal is the grey day that paves the way for darkness
Looming on the horizon of unseen weathering blackness
A colossus of sky with the upper land
Nature the only card, saviour, and prophet to hand
Fear may only be a feeling, but the feeling is beyond fear itself
As they say, depression is expectant as we each try to find oneself
In the mire of news, be it the betrayal of the health of our citizens
Or just the assassination of natural resources wealth, that bloody well glistens
In the headlights and highlights of our obit we now live in memory alone
"A Song for Departure" plays upon the mind that cannot find adequate words to bemoan
The lack of attention paid to the well-being of Mother Nature, ageism spammed!
We are seeking the revolution for the revolving Earth whose door's are jammed
By the annual quagmire of festive exposure by all means time is spent!
Here by the grace of God, we breathe in life, in a place, in grace Heaven sent
It's tempting to stop reading, as it is to cease listening, turning a blind eye as well, why not?
But dare I say, it's nigh on impossible for very long to do the whole damned lot!
Mother Nature, She is suffering can't you see upon this obdurate land
We tune-in to be deceived, ghost hunters and faithful followers of a new kind of religious brand
Detect only what the illusion alludes to in the lost art of heart and soul
In part, life is already obfuscated with it's own toxins, we're the decade on parole
1988, 1998, 2008, I remember well, the future that is coming too soon
Here before tomorrow ever knows what to do with itself, we must find the answers to be in tune
Petty arguments wage wars within the minds of boys whose toys have been confiscated by ignorance
A belief of faith cannot be true if it sees red at every turn, nor can it bring hope for the children in whom we bestow what kind of continuance?
Benevolence is awaited with a youthful eagerness that has grown old waiting on the wings of fighters
Knives replace fists that substitute backs for tables in the cities full of such blighters
Intervention risks life and death for the removal of compassion brings the hooded underworld
That has now come up to grab society by the ruddy throat twirled
A society indeed, un-policed and unappeased the x-factor of fearless nerves
Can no longer meet with the supply, that which steals warns of what it serves
We're a breed apart though we never used to be and never should be
Walking tall when we should be down on our damned knees begging for forgiveness until we all finally agree
So the trepidant beggars of belief peaceably fly in the face of popular opinion,
For the standards of today will invariably fail the tests of time and ever-changing dominion
If you feel the force of scientific tribulation, will it numb the senses of tomorrow
Can the government's diet, passed fit for us all, sustain us through political sorrow?
If a smile should pass your face someday, cherish it's presence upon the lifestyle that forgot how to use it
Wear yourself well, but for the love of life we must address what does reciprocally befit.
by anglia24
09h55: 02/10/2008
©2008anglia24
"MY friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge; no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare;
Wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress:
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might."
Howsoever life may be swayed as in ourselves
sometimes, to never look back upon dispensations themselves
we seek, we hit and hope on things displaced by providence
unable to fathom deeper than the deepest trust in substance
of heart in hand, of soul upon the land, of focusing too much
free like the lay of the land in continuance of touch
here, there, nowhere more so than the last step of the last act
ephemeral vistas enter the mind quicker than fact
the Oak be thy euthanist unto my soul of hoped-for health
by example I'm indebted to all of nature's unbridled stealth
the giver of chiming lessons in the love of truisms existance
re-examining deep thought for medically-weary resistance
a noble Oak is there, steady, assured, only a window away
bringing with it, the cassation of human chicanery and wordplay
follow the lead, forget the past if it hurts you, just seize the opportunity
flowing emotions drift to and fro, and stabilize eventually, to history
beckoning a reflection that is solely of the present, a star ahead
to follow, to chase, to celebrate and cherish as one to embed
into our senses and dreams, a shadow never seen now unembowered
no, this is the light and future today and tomorrow, new hope captured
from the imagination comes a bountiful reality with which the Oaken landmark;
saviour of the past, governor of the present, leader of the following spark
a longing for belonging to benefication in the land's prosperous loving
and it all starts here with multiple elements for the simple act of breathing.
by anglia24
12h20: 02/02/2008
©2008anglia24
Two shots that were heading for the delete button. Ive done my best in making these presentable, the Shoveler was early morning grainy and quite dull the Tufted completely overexposed as you can see the blown whites in the wings. However I feel they aren't that bad, I know they are not perfect but for the continuance of the duck theme, I guess they'll do.
Thanks to all who view and comment on my images, much appreciated :)
“Move with the flow. Don't fight the current. Resist nothing. Let life carry you. Don't try to carry it.”
Oprah Winfrey
Happy weekend to all!!!
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FDR Powwow: NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE FESTIVAL - September 27th & 28th, 2008.
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FDR State Park
Yorktown Heights, Westchester, NY
In case you weren't aware, November is Native American Indian month in the United States and time is quickly Running Out.
In the 2008 presidential proclamation
designating this year’s National American Indian Heritage Month, the President of the United States wrote, “I call upon all Americans to commemorate this month with appropriate programs and activities.”
Whether your “appropriate programs and activities” are school programs, special events, letters to the editor, blogging, or personal ambassadorship for Native American culture, there’s still time to get involved!
Visit the Native Americans Rights Fund's (NARF) Native American Month Campaign page for suggestions of how to make this month meaningful in your community: narf.convio.net/site/PageServer?pagename=Modern_Day_Warri...
Wherever the rights, culture, or environment of Native Americans are threatened and NARF is there to stand up for what’s right to make governments at all levels respect the agreements made with native peoples.
Many thanks for your support,
John E. Echohawk
Executive Director
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ANYONE INTERESTED IN LEARNING ABOUT THANKSGIVING from A First PEOPLE'S PERSPECTIVE please read:
First Voices Indigenous Radio on WBAI NY / Radio Pacifica
Thursdays, 10 AM to 11 AM ---> wbai.org/
Host: Tiokasin Ghosthorse
Web site: www.firstvoicesindigenousradio.org
Email: Tiokasin@gmail.com (This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view)
Voicemail: (212) 209-2979
First Voices broadcasts are available on CD. Contact using email/phone above.
Program description:
First Voices Indigenous Radio brings to the airwaves the experiences, perspectives and struggles of Indigenous people who have been almost totally excluded from both mainstream and progressive, alternative media. Our purpose is to help ensure the continuance and survival of Indigenous cultures and Nations by letting the People tell their own story, in their own words, and often in their own languages and ways of speaking. And with as little outside interference and interruption as possible.
As we open up the airwaves week after week to the voices seldom heard in the last 511 years, it is our hope that the newcomers to this Land - that is, every immigrant group - will begin to question their assumptions about Indigenous people here. We hope they become educated and informed, get activated, break down their romanticization, break free of their stereotypes, and begin to form real relationships with Indigenous communities based, finally, on respect and real understanding.
This one hour is devoted to bringing the voices of the Indigenous Peoples of Turtle Island (i.e., North America) and connecting their struggles with those of other Indigenous Peoples around the world. And while never forgetting that standing upon Mother Earth is a great responsibility.
We ask our guests with great respect to do the honor of coming on the program to offer their knowledge, wisdom, and experience, a knowledge that has been handed down over hundreds of thousands of years. It is a responsibility we take very seriously, and we know it is with great urgency that we ask these voices to be shared in this time of changes. We hope we offer our listeners a perspective they have been missing for far too long. The voice America has tried to silence, the voices of Indigenous Peoples.
Tiokasin knows that First Voices Indigenous Radio belongs to all the Native Peoples here in Turtle Island (renamed North America by the occupiers). The responsibilities that can be taught by listening to the real land owners(so to speak) and understanding the knowledge, the wisdom, the struggles, and the unheard voices .
It is said that if the lies continue about Native peoples it will create an illusion that all Americans will dearly pay for in the future...and the future is now. What kind of world are Americans creating with their privilege of denying Native people's voice and the reality of truth that Natives experience daily.
Tiokasin's global perspective reality is the experience of living with and understanding these two worlds - Indigenous and non-Indigenous. The teachings of the Lakota are profound and relevant in the universe today! Lakota knowledge empowers through inclusion, by teaching responsibility of choices. This contributes to an emerging world, affecting the environmental/Mother Earth issues we as human beings ponder when it comes to what it means to be civilized.
Host/producer profile: Tiokasin Ghosthorse
Tiokasin Ghosthorseis host and producer of First Voices Indigenous Radio. He spoke, as a teenager, at the United Nations Conference on Human Rights International Covenant on Economic, Social, and Cultural Rights in Geneva, Switzerland. He participated in several occupations including Wounded Knee, SD in 1973, Lyle Point, WA, Western Shoshone, NV, and Big Mountain, AZ, and has been actively educating people who live on Turtle Island (N. America) and overseas since that time. Tiokasin is also a survivor of the "Reign of Terror" from 1972-1976 on the Pine Ridge Lakota Reservation, the U.S. Bureau of Indian Affairs Boarding and Church Missionary School systems designed to "kill the Indian and save the man".
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photograph: A. Golden c. 2008.