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I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
I wonder, is my heart made of flowers, this one certainly is? LOL
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I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
This bloom of Hydrangea turned into lace... skeletal... beautiful and delicate. I gently brought it in.
The flower spoke to me of essence, the spine; I thought of an Autumn bride, all things romantic.
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With love to you and thank you for ALL your faves and comments, M, (* _ *)
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I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
These flower petals are like all the reasons why I love you, I hold them in my heart... to cherish, so beautiful. And often too many, overflowing= like falling flower petals!
Lead and enjoy a good life, do and say things that enrich... and do not forget to tell the people close to you, how much you love them!
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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After declaring to a number of people that I wasn't going to be shooting pictures of fireworks this year, I went out tonight and took pictures of fireworks.
The 4th of July festivities continued for the Space Coast tonight with fireworks on the beach in Cocoa Beach, Florida. A bunch of people came to watch.
(Picture taken July 5, 2018, with apologies for the delayed post.)
19 “The heavens tell of the glory of God;
And their expanse declares the work of His hands.
2 Day to day pours forth speech,
And night to night reveals knowledge.
3 There is no speech, nor are there words;
Their voice is not heard.
4 Their line has gone out into all the earth,
And their words to the end of the world.
In them He has placed a tent for the sun,
5 Which is like a groom coming out of his chamber;
It rejoices like a strong person to run his course.
6 Its rising is from one end of the heavens,
And its circuit to the other end of them;
And there is nothing hidden from its heat.
7 The Law of the Lord is perfect, restoring the soul;
The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.
8 The precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart;
The commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.
9 The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever;
The judgments of the Lord are true; they are righteous altogether.
10 They are more desirable than gold, yes, than much pure gold;
Sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.
11 Moreover, Your servant is warned by them;
In keeping them there is great reward.
12 Who can discern his errors? Acquit me of hidden faults.
13 Also keep Your servant back from presumptuous sins;
Let them not rule over me;
Then I will be innocent,
And I will be blameless of great wrongdoing.
14 May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.”
Like declaring its supremacy, Burj Khalifa stands tall as if reaching the sky while the rest look in amazement at the man-made wonder!
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Red-winged Blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) Male
Habitat : Marshes
Food : Insects
Nesting : Scrub
Behavior : Ground Forager
Conservation : Low Concern
"One of the most abundant birds across North America, and one of the most boldly colored, the Red-winged Blackbird is a familiar sight atop cattails, along soggy roadsides, and on telephone wires. Glossy-black males have scarlet-and-yellow shoulder patches they can puff up or hide depending on how confident they feel. Females are a subdued, streaky brown, almost like a large, dark sparrow. Their early and tumbling song are happy indications of the return of spring... Male Red-winged Blackbirds fiercely defend their territories during the breeding season, spending more than a quarter of daylight hours in territory defense. He chases other males out of the territory and attacks nest predators, sometimes going after much larger animals, including horses and people."
- Cornell University Lab of Ornithology
The Aurora Borealis or northern lights are incredible and when I was in Iceland in March this year to witness this spectacle I found myself simply forgeting the camera and marveling at the spectacle occurring before my eyes.
Thanks for viewing
I do hereby declare that the Tropical Kingbird, first found here three years ago, is now a resident and constant pest to the resident Red-shouldered Hawks. Three of my last Red-shouldered Hawk shots were taken as they were buzzed by the Tropical Kingbird.
This is the only shot I've ever used a vignette for. There was just something about a full crop that didn't look right... Besides that, I want my money's worth out of my 2004 software!
Déclaré "Site d'intérêt culturel par délibération de l'honorable Conseil
de la ville de Buenos Aires
Hommage au plus ancien café du pays avec la participation de
Hommes de lettres et de parlementaires
Declarao " Sitio de interes Cultural " por el honorable concejo deliberante
de la ciudad de Buenos aires
Nomenaje al cafe mas antiguo des pais concurrido por destagados artista
Hombres de letras y parlementarios
Declared "Site of Cultural Interest by the honorable deliberative council
of the city of Buenos Aires
Tribute to the oldest cafe in the country attended by distinguished artists
Men of letters and parliamentariansf
I declare myself guilty of charge. I am a very big fan of Korean literature, and one of my favorites is Remarried Empress. I really wanted to recreate at least one scene related to the novel / webtoon / otome game. Navier is sitting on her favorite hanging chair, reading a book and enjoying the company of her husband, Emperor Heinley.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Flattery will get you everywhere, or nowhere, who knows!
Colour re-edit of a shot captured in June 2017 and the astute among you will notice that I have 'Photoshopped' the image to remove a bollard from behind her left shoulder. Full disclosure on this. I rarely ever manipulate a 'street photography' shot like this and if I do I always declare that I have done so. That means that this shot is not true 'street photography' but the top of the bollard was bright yellow and completely distracted from the colour edit of this shot. I made an artistic choice to remove it for the colour shot and I hope that you all understand.
Thank you all for your awesome support for my photography and for your wonderful messages of care and support during this extremely difficult time in my life. I am grateful to each and every one of you.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend of photography.
Take care and enjoy.
I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
For PEACE, always..
The meaning of mandala comes from Sanskrit meaning "circle."
Even though it may be dominated by squares or triangles, a mandala has a concentric structure. Mandalas offer balancing visual elements, symbolising unity and harmony.
The goal of the mandala is to serve as a tool on our spiritual journey as it symbolises cosmic and psychic order.
The Hindus were one of the first people to use a mandala as a spiritual tool, but the mandalas most individuals are familiar with, are ones made by Buddhists.
These duo-toned roses are small and dainty and non-fragrant.
Thank you and have a peaceful day, M, (*_*)
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This historic courthouse is located in Warrensburg, Missouri, county seat of Johnson County. It was built between 1896 and 1898, and is a 2½ story, Romanesque Revival style sandstone building. It has a cross-gabled building with a square tower rising from a central base. The building features the central tower's octagonal, ogee-shaped dome, plus four corner towers or pavilions with domes and finials. It replaced the Old Johnson County Courthouse on Old Public Square. It was designed by architect, George E. McDonald of Omaha, Nebraska. John M. Anderson from Emporia, Kansas was selected as the contractor for the project. McDonald and Anderson frequently clashed over the construction of the courthouse and that is one reason why the completion of the project took so long. This courthouse was listed in the National Register of Historic Places on April 7, 1994.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D5200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
The best way to view my photostream is through Flickriver with the following link: www.flickriver.com/photos/photojourney57/
On Christmas Eve, President Joe Biden signed a bill that officially declares the Bald Eagle to be the national bird of the US.
The bird has been a national emblem for almost 250 years appearing on the Great Seal of the US (where it is depicted holding an olive branch in one set of talons and a bunch of arrows in the other) since 1782. However, it has only been legally protected since 1940 after it was threatened with extinction for various reasons including being hunted for its feathers and feet.
This Bald Eagle was patiently waiting for its mate at Myakka River State Park, Florida.
As always, thank you so much for stopping by and for leaving any comments or faves, they are very much appreciated.
Les volcans Licancàbur (5916 m) et Juriques (5653 m).
La Valle de la Luna est un lieu désertique dont l'apparence évoque les paysages lunaires, en l'absence de tout signe de vie. La vallée est située à treize kilomètres à l'ouest de San Pedro de Atacama. En 1982, elle est déclarée sanctuaire naturel et fait à présent partie de la réserve nationale Los Flamencos.
La vallée de la Lune a été modelée pendant des millénaires par l'érosion de l'eau et du vent. Le sol est formé de canyons, de crêtes pointues, de ravins et des monticules de couleurs gris et ocre qui lui donnent une apparence qui ressemble à la Lune.
La Vallée de la Lune se caractérise par l'absence d'humidité, de flore et de faune à l'exception du Liolaemus, une espèce de lézard. Son climat désertique et son altitude lui confèrent une grande amplitude thermique entre le jour et la nuit.
He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.
Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same
by Robert Frost
another just because.........
the ironic thing is that this was parked next to a church.
my favorite of the lot..... "i express my individuality through mass-produced bumper stickers."
I hereby declare the 2024 insect season open, hopefully it will be a good one:
Apis mellifera
Honey Bee
Honigbiene
Honningbi
flying at Crocus
Exposure time (= flash duration): 50 µs = 1/20.000 s
Except for ISO, the EXIF data are incorrect, because the equipment used is not Canon-compatible:
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Die EXIF-Daten sind falsch, bis auf den ISO-Wert, weil das Zubehör nicht Canon-kompatibel ist:
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I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys. for the music lovers.
Vibrating hearts? LOL
More fun from my studio.
FOR MORE: magdaindigo.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-all-times-love.html
Hope this makes you smile and have a wonderful day and thanx for your visit, so very much appreciated, Magda, (*_*)
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I'm declaring that winter is officially over. I want spring-time and warm weather!
Oh yeah, this is a juvenile Ruby-throated Hummingbird photo that I ran across in my pile of photos to look at and do something with.
Taken in New Jersey, USA
© Steve Byland 2007 all rights reserved
Unauthorized use or reproduction for any reason is prohibited
Today the We’re Here! Group joins up and speaks up with
But you know, you can’t fight City Hall.
Zephaniah 3:8 “Just you wait!” declares the LORD. “The day will come when I stand up as a prosecutor, for I am determined to assemble the nations and to gather the kingdoms, in order to pour out my indignation upon them all of my fierce anger. All the earth will be consumed by the fire of my jealousy.”
Chinese scientists develop AI ‘prosecutor’ that can press its own charges:
www.scmp.com/news/china/science/article/3160997/chinese-s...
And just think: the Image of the Beast will be able to put people to death. But let me guess, that could never happen, that’s nothing but conspiracy! Just like the Mark of the Beast: nobody could possibly be microchipped because that’s nothing but fiction. How can you understand anything when you are fed feedback loops of misinformation and propaganda? You are trapped in a bubble and don’t even know it. But don’t worry they’ll condition you to accept all that’s coming. You will embrace it. But those who love the truth will seek it out and find it.
Je déclare ma saison printanière officiellement commencée... malgré le 10 cm de neige annoncée... /
I declare my spring season officially begun ... despite the 10 cm of snow announced ...
Baie-du-Fèbvre, Québec, Canada
Declare a drought in England and this is what happens. They should have called it weeks ago and our gardens and rivers wouldn't be suffering now ; )
This is a view of a tabletop and parasol, though it looks very abstract because of the rain.
110/122 pictures in 2022: viewed through a window
The Judge declares your charge.
The Jury sees your guilt.
The Executioner delivers your punishment.
Built for Bio-cup 2022 R2
Theme: Numbers
Sub-theme: Three
Pictures of the three individually to come... but here is a preview for the judges: Here
I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A COMPULSIVE DRAWER. I would declare war on every blank area left on notebooks, desks, chalk-boards and school walls. My teachers never appreciated this, but I did win recognition among the other kids. But I was independent and pretty much a loner. I rarely communicated verbally, but I never failed to communicate by using my favourite language: images.
Luckily for me, it was my grandparents who practically raised me, instilling in me all the values I retain to this day. But even though my grandparents offered material and emotional support, I felt abandoned. It was a pain that was muted and sometimes battered into submission, but it invariably came to surface. Plus I sensed that there was something else, a much more disturbing truth that lay at the core of the adult world. Being much too young to identify it, it remained a frustrated inarticulate feeling. But there was something clearly evident in my drawings that expressed those feelings. My talent for drawing, my attention to detail, and above all, my grotesque sense of humor were obvious in the drawings.
By the age of eight, whatever I had lodged in the back of my mind came forward in a blurry approximation in art. It was art that rescued me. Many of the drawings had an underlying dark tone. The drawings gave my incoherent inner world some form of expression and substance, however crudely rendered. Grown-ups had a profound effect on my artistic development, but not in a way they would have approved. I began to observe and to judge people, making evaluations about their nature and characters. This, too, found its way in my drawings. One could see from the progression of drawings a groping and developing maturity. It was a discovery and odyssey of self.
A teacher observed one of my drawings, and obviously dismayed, he asked: “What is the matter Victor?”
I answered: “What is the matter with everybody else?”
A conscious awareness of the adult world came into sharper focus: my overall impression of adults was that they were bogus liars and hypocrites, saying not what they thought, but rather what they believed would serve some particular purpose, some hidden agenda. Everybody came armed with two faces. It seemed to me that the world thrived on bullshit, hypocrisy and lies. I noted a desperate whoring after status, an irrational and pathetic desire to “beat the Jones” followed up by saccharine sentimentality by mealy-mouthed charlatans—and all of it showcased to the people they themselves loathed. Lies, backstabbing, deception, two-faces, malice and hypocrisy was the currency of exchange in the adult world. And so I took a profound disliking to most people I came across. I could sense the spiritual emptiness and viciousness within them. I wanted to like and admire people but I rarely came across anyone who was worthy of it. The only noted exceptions were my grandparents.
I HAD TURNED SIXTEEN JUST A FEW MONTHS before the holidays. Christmas brought distant relatives and immediate family together at the Pross household. For me, people were bad enough on their own but it became worse when they assembled together under the same roof. It was on such occasions that fully demonstrated the insanity and phoniness of these people. I would scan the large living room absorbing the adults sitting on the couches and chairs, each one looking anxious and distant. They were tipsy on day-long benders of Bloody Caesars, making efforts to appear jovial. There was a constant display of smiley backslapping and “Merry Christmases” by people who maligned one another the moment backs were turned. There was an unvarying spectacle of petty bickering over trivia and the sudden surfacing of years-long resentments best forgotten. All the forms of human flaws and ugliness to be found in the world---a world which insists on being imperfect—were on display before the eyes of the juvenile artist.
To lighten the mood, somebody put a dance song on. I watched with keen interest as glasses were overturned by dancing feet and the coffee table was moved out of the way to make room. A frenzy of stimulation bubbled in the room and everyone’s voice rose imperceptibly in pitch. As far as I was concerned, it was a circus.
Each relative represented an unsavory social stereotype or archetype of one kind or another. They were caricatures. From the town’s busy body gossip-monger tyrant--to the dour spinster forever spouting on about “God’s wrath”--to the town’s fast-talking used car salesman who dressed like a big city pimp---to every other stereotype imaginable. It was all there. This was no less true when it came to Uncle Bernard, better known as “Bernie.” Sitting near the Christmas tree, I was observing him closely. He was the jet-set wannabe playboy type. He sported a dyed perm that looked as if had come straight off a Styrofoam head from 1973. Assuming himself a lady-killer, he actually had all the charm of a toupee made of straw dipped in black ink. With each attempt at a pickup he was invariably shot down. “Lesbian!” he would bellow at women who rejected him.
Sitting next to Bernie was my mother, Terry. She was immersed in conversation, laughing with a forced hilarity, her drink spilling over. There was something that troubled me about my mother. She was a woman who was so utterly self-absorbed, forever preoccupied with what others thought. My mother’s sense of personal value was crucially dependent on the image of herself as a glamorous beauty. At the age of thirty-eight, she was wont to ask for reassurances of her looks. “Do you think I have nice legs? I use to be a Go-Go dance, you know?” and “When was the last time you saw a woman as gorgeous as me—and at my age?” With each passing year she began to perceive every wrinkle on her face as a metaphysical menace. Taking aging as a threat to her identity, she plunged into a series of sexual relationships with men fifteen years her junior demanding fresh admiration to assuage her hollowness.
My mother’s constant need for validation annoyed me. I was nevertheless fascinated with human behavior. What I perceived in my mother was a definite narcissism, only I didn’t have the word for it at the age of sixteen. Spurred by mother’s conceit, I decided to try an experiment. I played upon her vanity by offering her a lavish compliment, just to see her reaction. My motive wasn’t flattery for flattery’s sake, it was a psychological experiment.
I tapped my mother on the shoulder, interrupting her conversation.
“Mom?”
My mother turned to me, clearly annoyed, her expression a fusion of wonder and irritation.
“Victor dear, can’t you see I’m talking to this nice gentleman?”
“But mom, I need to tell you something.”
“Yes, yes, what is it?”
“I just wanted to say that…you look just like Marilyn Monroe.”
My mother took a deep intake of breathe. She clapped her hands in appreciation and snuggled her darling son into her arms. “Did you hear that?” she demanded of the guests. The room fell to a hushed silence. “What is it, Terry?” asked a guest. “My boy said I look like Marilyn Monroe. That’s my boy! Oh, he knows a good looking chick when he sees one!” My mother then let out an exuberant laugh, which itself was enough to draw attention. After a few more brandy-laced eggnogs, my mother became more of an embarrassment. She made damn well sure to tell new arrivals at the party what her son had said about her. It was a compliment that was warmly recalled by her for years to come. I had always regretted my causal flattery.
I appreciated the art of caricature more so than ever before. I enjoyed the spectacle of observing the reaction of anyone I nailed in a drawing. When people observed a grotesque drawing I had rendered of them—in dead-on accuracy---they would dissolve in self-consciousness. This had a clinical kind of fascination to me. Although one can be disconcerted at witnessing an open incision, I got some amazing glimpses of their guts. What came out of it was a deeply ingrained self-doubt. I knew my art had the power to reach people. “You are a sick guy, Pross,” said one of my displeased subjects. “How is it that I’m sick,” I responded, amazed by this sudden psychological evaluation. “The drawing portrays how you are—not me.”
Observing my mania for drawing, my grandfather decided to have a heart-to-heart chat with me. He entered my room as I sat at my desk, which was littered with sketchpads of drawings and half-ass watercolors.
Grandfather picked up a sketch pad flipping through it. “You have a real talent there, my boy,” he said. A firm hand rested on my shoulder. “It would be a shame if that went to waste”
I smiled and lowered my head.
“There are a lot of people who always dump on me for drawing, granddaddy.”
He smiled. “When it comes to insults, consider the source---and also try to consider what you think may be their motivation.”
My grandfather put an encouraging arm around me, playfully mussing up my hair.
He pulled up a nearby chair and sat down next to me.
“Now listen to me,” he said with a pinch of gravity, “you have a talent, son—a very evident and rare talent, but you can’t expect it to do all the work for you. You have to hone and develop that talent. If you want to be an artist, it takes practice, practice, practice. It is about hard work. It’s not enough to have talent alone. You need to have a hunger. You understand?”
I smiled. “I need to be a hungry artist?”
“I’m serious, son.”
“I know. So am I”
“Good. That’s right, a hungry artist.”
“I am. It’s like a compulsion. I feel so good when I’m drawing. It lifts me up. I need to express what I have going on inside of me. I suppose that is a hunger.”
I paused for a moment. My grandfather looked at me, his clear blue eyes beaming. His smile conveyed immense admiration…and hope. “I love you, grandson.”
I couldn’t express in words the feeling that I felt so abundantly. The love and admiration I felt for this man was great, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him so for some reason. And so I simply smiled and look downward, hoping that this motion expressed what should have said with words.
Not everyone responded with agitation to the drawings of this teenage caricature artist. Sam Ferguson, the owner of the diner I frequented at the time, was blessed with a robust sense of humor. As he observed one of my renderings, he laughed with his whole body, his heavy-set frame shook like a bowl of Jell-O resting on the clothes dryer in final spin. “You are a crazy son of a bitch!” Gus hollowed. “How do you think of this stuff?” In the drawing, I had Gus lurched over a hot stove stirring the day’s soup special with beads of sweat dripping into the pot. In the background, one can see an unsuspecting customer slurping the broth, bellowing, ‘Gus, I love the extra flavor you added!’
“Come here, my boy,” Gus said, sliding a hamburger and fries over to me. “Here’s your payment for a job well done.”
“You’re paying me for that drawing…by feeding me?”
Gus looked astonished that I was astonished. “Of course! A man should be paid for his work. That drawing is hanging on my wall, and it gives me a great deal of pleasure.”
“It does.”
“You are very talented. Hey, I want to frame it and hang it up on my office wall. How much do you want for it?”
“You just paid me,” I answered, biting into the hamburger.
“No, not that, that’s a token payment, I’m talking about really paying you. That is a work of art we’re talking about!”
“I don’t know…”
“Here,” Gus said, taking my hand and slipping a hundred dollar bill into it.
“Hey man, are you serious—a hundred bucks!”
“Too little?”
“No, this is cool. Thanks Gus!”
“One day you are going to be a famous artist. People will be paying you a lot more than a measly hundred bucks. Hey, don’t think that I’m cheating you…I’m not a rich guy.”
“Come on, Gus, I know that. This is so cool, man. If only my grandfather could see this.”
I realized that I could temper my art with light-hearted humor, the gentle good wit that my grandfather imparted in me—along with the acerbic wit characteristic of Barry McConnell. It was here that this artist punk learned that caricature has both a dark and light face to it. I also learned that the caricatures I drew, and the people who inspired them, were not confined to the community where I lived. They circled the globe. It was to the wider culture that my focus turned. I had so much to learn and so much to express.
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**above photo is of my mother--Terry, my oldest brother--Robert, and Kevin (with his arm around me).
I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
A tender gesture…
A grand pas de deux is effectively a suite of dances that share a common theme, often symbolic of a love story or the partnership inherent in love, following each other’s movements.
I love the subtle tones, all the varied tones, that give the flower/petals/stems their texture, depth and form, their delectable shapes accentuated, extracted and emphasised without the colour. Don't you agree?
VIEW the NEW BOOK and movie:THE MONOCHROMES here: youtu.be/GoOj18_lEVg
I wish you all a very good day and thanx for all your kind words, time, comments and faves. Very much appreciated.
M, (*_*)
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A little bit of cinematic toy photography captured with my Tron Lego and some practical effects.
Prints available via my website, www.tommilton.co.uk
Déclarée cathédrale à titre honorifique en 1864 par l’archevêque d’Auch en mémoire de l’antique diocèse supprimé au IXe siècle, cette église était celle du prieuré bénédictin implanté à Eauze avant l’an mil. L’édifice actuel doit sa reconstruction à Jean Marre, moine de Simorre qui en devint prieur en 1463. Entreprise après 1467, principalement érigée vers 1490-1500 et achevée autour de 1530, l’église présente une grande unité architecturale (Polge et Laffargue, 1952).
Inventaire des monuments historiques
We declare, pronounce and define that the doctrine which holds that the Blessed Virgin Mary, at the first instant of her conception, by a singular privilege and grace of the Omnipotent God, in virtue of the merits of Jesus Christ, the Saviour of mankind, was preserved immaculate from all stain of original sin, has been revealed by God, and therefore should firmly and constantly be believed by all the faithful.
—Pope Pius IX, Ineffabilis Deus, December 8, 1854
PRAYER TO THE
IMMACULATE CONCEPTION
O God, who by the Immaculate Conception
of the Blessed Virgin Mary,
did prepare a worthy dwelling place for Your Son,
we beseech You that,
as by the foreseen death of this, Your Son,
You did preserve Her from all stain,
so too You would permit us, purified through Her intercession, to come unto You.
Through the same Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, world without end.
Amen.
Escultura: Nick Lugue
Encarna: Tom Joven
Vestiduras: Plumaria Sacred Vestments
Guevarra-Garcia Family
Angeles City
Psalm 19:1… “The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”
That correlates with Psalm 8:1… “LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory in the heavens.” I cannot fathom how anyone can stand amid such glory and not come away with this understanding… and that’s coming from someone who has a great understanding of the science behind this scene. Unless you want a lesson in physics, don’t test me.
I’ve been practicing stacking star images to highlight some iconic structures and landscapes here in North Carolina… it’s best to photograph the Milky Way on a moonless night, though I’ve either not been able to get to these places in a timely manner or the weather hasn’t cooperated. The mountains and the coast are likely targets with barns and rockscapes and piers and lighthouses… I have them picked out; I just need to get there!
This was taken in Death Valley in March of 2015… you couldn’t ask for a darker sky than it is there. The light on the horizon isn’t light pollution from some distant city… it’s from the first rays of light from the rising sun. That was not quite that evident as I shot this scene, though the sensitivity of the camera over the long exposures easily picked it up. By the way, the exposure time mentioned in the EXIF is an accumulation of the time for each of the nine images used in the stack. By "stack", I mean that multiple images were digitally stacked to eke out as much detail as the images would allow and also eliminate the digital noise inherent with long exposures at high ISO values. I used Sequator to stack the images and freeze the foreground for this image… color correction, sharpening, and further noise reduction was done in Adobe Camera Raw and Photoshop CC.
Sequator is a free software that can be found here: sites.google.com/site/sequatorglobal/
A good tutorial can be found here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-MCvbYj-hA&t=20s
If you have other questions about the workflow that I can help with, just let me know in the comments.
I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
We NEED it!
Kissing is great! It’s known as a favourite universal act of showing love and affection.
Almost everyone receives or gives a kiss at some point in their life.
A Lingering Lip Kiss – This is a closed mouth kiss that lasts for more than 20 seconds. The tongue is not involved in this kiss. Lingering lip kisses involve the lips only.
This kiss serves as an indication of deep love.
Two small amorous roses.
VIEW and enjoy the NEW BOOK and movie:THE MONOCHROMES here: youtu.be/GoOj18_lEVg
Thanx for your time and comments, greatly appreciated, M, (*_*)
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We declare to the world
What the Lord has done
We will sing of His endless love
From the earth to the heavens
Praise be lifted high
To You our God
We declare to the world
What the Lord has done
We will sing of His endless love
From the earth to the heavens
Praise be lifted high
To You our God
We declare to the world
What the Lord has done
We will sing of His endless love
From the earth to the heavens
Praise be lifted high
To You our God
Open the heavens
God, let Your presence fall
Fill us up to; overflowing
Surrendered by Your grace
We seek to see Your face
Fill us up to; overflowing
We declare to the world
What the Lord has done
We will sing of His endless love
From the earth to the heavens
Praise be lifted high
To You our God
Open the heavens
God, let Your presence fall
Fill us up to; overflowing
Surrendered by Your grace
We seek to see Your face
Fill us up to; overflowing
Open the heavens
God, let Your presence fall
Fill us up to; overflowing
Surrendered by Your grace
We seek to see Your face
Fill us up to; overflowing